argh
Yesterday, I was smacked with the realisation I have a month until I will be required to frolick on a tropical beach. Tropical beaches being notorious for skimpy dress code policies, I panicked.
Panicking here means going back on Atkins (ugh, but it's worked in the past) and working out again. Damn if I didn't feel great this morning. I bounded out of bed an hour early with energy to spare. I went downstairs and bounced around on my DDR pad for forty-five minutes.
And did I mention I'm cheerful today? Jaysus, what is happening to me?
Panicking here means going back on Atkins (ugh, but it's worked in the past) and working out again. Damn if I didn't feel great this morning. I bounded out of bed an hour early with energy to spare. I went downstairs and bounced around on my DDR pad for forty-five minutes.
And did I mention I'm cheerful today? Jaysus, what is happening to me?
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