The Plan...
*Unrolls complicated layout of Ft. Knox*
Oh, wait, wrong plan. Hehe... that one's for later.
So, for those of you who have been 'the fat kid' their entire lives they'll know what I'm talking about here. The rest of you bugger off. Skinny people suck. But as much as I despise and envy those bags of bones I want to be one. One with pretty muscles that not only serve to make me look nice but punch nice as well. So far I've managed to loose 40lbs over the last year. Pretty impressive achievement. Now I'm going to go all in and complete the last leg of the journey. I plan on being a mere 140lbs by April. That means I'll need to loose another 40-35lbs by then. I think that is doable. (I say 40-35lbs because I never really know how much that scale will say.) Then I'm going to get a few scraps of leather and fur, a big axe, blond wig and a fake tan and go to a convention as a Barbarian Babe. This is my soul purpose in life. Eveything will culminate to this point, and afterwards I can die happy.
Oh, wait, wrong plan. Hehe... that one's for later.
So, for those of you who have been 'the fat kid' their entire lives they'll know what I'm talking about here. The rest of you bugger off. Skinny people suck. But as much as I despise and envy those bags of bones I want to be one. One with pretty muscles that not only serve to make me look nice but punch nice as well. So far I've managed to loose 40lbs over the last year. Pretty impressive achievement. Now I'm going to go all in and complete the last leg of the journey. I plan on being a mere 140lbs by April. That means I'll need to loose another 40-35lbs by then. I think that is doable. (I say 40-35lbs because I never really know how much that scale will say.) Then I'm going to get a few scraps of leather and fur, a big axe, blond wig and a fake tan and go to a convention as a Barbarian Babe. This is my soul purpose in life. Eveything will culminate to this point, and afterwards I can die happy.
