Tuesday, May 10

Now I know all the wrong turns

Not being able to sleep leads to some seriously crazy shit, like dragging your sorry ass out of bed at the crack of dawn and exercising. It's troubling, because at this rate, I'm going to be one buff, cranky woman. Well, crankier than usual anyway.

The one bright spot in all this? My new sports bra rocks the house. I was tempted to exercise without my shirt, but it just seemed wrong somehow. Even though I was totally alone. In actuality, all of this is just another step toward my ultimate goal: becoming a t-shirt model.

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