Stinging 4 – Healing
Of course I had to try to make a buttsex joke romantic. Who do you think I am? I mean, really.
My entire body is made of pain as I type this. Like most weekends, I found my peace over the holiday by getting dirty, covered in paint, and sunburned. And I’m still keeping up on my workout and diet.
If only I could be in my 20s again. Youth wasted on the young, as it were. Never should have let myself get this fat. Each half pound that peels off requires hours of work. Ugh. But I keep sloggin’ along. Have ditched the arm and chest cable machines for free weights, finally.
Getting older sucks.
BUT I WILL PREVAIL.