Stressor of the day: worry of being comparable/adequate. I've seen a certain pair of pelvic bones and several defined muscles on the regular recently, and the more I get to run my fingers along them, the more I realize that I don't see much of that ever-so appealing, trim, touch-me fitness on myself. Dating up is a pretty dangerous endeavor. So I say to myself, "I'll buy a bike." Pray with me that a metal frame and some cogs and wheels will spur my feelings passed this awkward awareness to action.
Ah..well. I suppose that little orphan Annie said it best, "Tomorrow, tomorrow. I love ya, tomorrow. You're only a day away." Hopefully this current rendition of the all-too-familiar procrastination theme will stop replaying this next Thursday (I don't dare call it its colloquial counterpart). Again, let's pray that a new bicycle is the answer...And maybe a salad. I'd rather not think of how far downhill I could bounce if I should let this sickly, out-of-shape, low self esteem-edness derail me. Would rather not admit how badly it could effect as a good a coupling as this newest one.. Wish me luck!
-rawr
Getting healthier is always great. But have you considered that just because you're not a specific kind of beautiful doesn't mean you aren't attractive to someone as you are? Maybe the love of your life would find you most attractive with a little pudge. Just sayin' ;)
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