But don't worry, I haven't become so distracted in my affection that I can think of nothing else. I've actually missed many a date with Gym. But when I go back, I remember why I love him so. He makes me feel pretty.
And it's nice to get reacquainted with my muscles. I lean toward the scrawny side, so it's easy to look at me and wonder where they are. Well, they're there, lifting tiny little 5lb. weights and feeling happy that they were invited to the party at all. Sometimes they'll even step into the spotlight and show Miss Cellulite she's not the only girl in the room.
Speaking of parties, this is my 200th post! A seasoned blogging veteran, I am.
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