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Today I got on the scales at the gym. I then ran to the change rooms and cried. Those numbers made me sad. Guess who's going to the gym tomorrow morning before Sexpo? The same person who ate fruit fucking salad for dinner while everybody else had Friday pizza.
On the plus side, them numbers were 25 less than this time last year, that's gotta be some kind of silver lining, right?
On the plus side, them numbers were 25 less than this time last year, that's gotta be some kind of silver lining, right?