So I’m actually writing this on Monday morning. Woke up at 445 for an alarm that I didn’t actually finish setting for 5am. Why? Because I gotta start living in the now and accept that I’m stuck going to Dearbornistan every day from now ’til some unspecified future miraculous moment, and I haven’t exercised credibly since last August, at least not with any regularity. So I’m up, and I’m writing this while my body gets a little more used to being awake, then I’m going to do some calisthenics, then hopefully get to work early enough to leave at 330.
I can’t do this. Not the splits or the handstand.
Prolly some aftermarket accessories here, which I’m sad she got.
I like her hair. Note the “accentuate the hip curve” pose though.
Tramp stamps are going to mark an entire generation of senior citizens someday.
A little too much shadow here.
Those are very small shorts.
Arm veins and nipple shadows.
Noticed everything was a little too hard and veiny up to now. Bonus pic!
Okay, I’ve got about 18 minutes to finish waking up and writing down a workout plan.
Monday: the motivation is real.
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