Well, a month and a bit - before I'm supposed to be at my first goal.
Meeting up with a great group of musicians to enjoy the show and do some photography for 'em out of town. I'm supposed to be semi-SMOKIN' hot by then. One fucking month away.
I've allowed myself to get cozy with the notion of "comfortable". Can NOT let that happen again.
What the hell was I thinking?
I'd like to thank the influx of images of skinny girls reminding my fat ass that summer's on the way for lighting a fire under me.
Off to a date with my elliptical....
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