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Female seeking... help to walk down stairs, pick up things on the floor, and sitting. lol I kicked my workout up a notch and it officially kicked my butt. I think I broke myself. Good news.. every place that hurts is a place I would like to be smaller so I guess thats something. I even somehow talked myself into spin class even though I was convinced I was about to die through most of the class. I'm not positive but I think the other classmates may have been slightly concerned over the number of swear words that were coming from my bike.
I'm still going stong. A part of me goes back and forth between thinking screw men, screw judgemental people, screw conventional expectations, and screw the ex. Screw every ex everywhere. I'm going to kick serious ass at the end of this. I'm going to be unapologetically me. Flaws, scars, stretch marks, future tattoes, and all the rest they are all me. Screw anyone who doesn't like it. The other part of the back and forth is hoping some day the ex looks me up and thinks Holy F@&*! lol For the record I have not looked him back up. I have not talked to him. I deleted what little was left on my phone. It helps.
I'd also like to say I'm darn proud of myself. In the past I would have cried, turned to sweets, and felt sorry for myself somewhere. This time I'm turning the pain of someone leaving me into a new purpose, a new outlook, a new determined motivation to be amazing. As long as I stay away from sad love songs I don't even cry on my lettuce anymore.
I believe I'm in Stage 2.. The opposite sex is now as appealing as doing 100 burpees. No thank you. Impossible and.. nope not going there anytime soon. For starters if I get on the floor there is no freaking way I'm getting back up.
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