90 days.
I've got em'! Time to take some paid time off... thank fucking god.
If I flex I can feel my abs. I know they are there. It's like they are feebly calling out to me, like some long lost survivor of a horrible building collapse, from beneath the rubble that was my big fat ass.
Ryan told me that I looked "fabulous". Nothing gives me a boner and stokes the fires of determination like a handsome gay man telling me I look great.
I saw my mom for her birthday on saturday. She looked great. She felt better. We had a delicious steak dinner at The Keg. It was basically one big sigh of relief. She's not entirely out of the woods yet, but things are definatly looking up.
If I flex I can feel my abs. I know they are there. It's like they are feebly calling out to me, like some long lost survivor of a horrible building collapse, from beneath the rubble that was my big fat ass.
Ryan told me that I looked "fabulous". Nothing gives me a boner and stokes the fires of determination like a handsome gay man telling me I look great.
I saw my mom for her birthday on saturday. She looked great. She felt better. We had a delicious steak dinner at The Keg. It was basically one big sigh of relief. She's not entirely out of the woods yet, but things are definatly looking up.