So, a huge part of the reason I started this journey was because I lost it. I felt like a mooshy mallow. I actually felt worse than that. I felt like a sexless pod. One that recharged at night and bumped around pointlessly like a Roomba* after. My life was in shambles-if you remember-but I let my self slip away. I was reading around the blogoshpere when I ran into some inspiration : Operation Sexification Points and Goals. Exercise. I'm not trying to just dehydrate here. I am flat chested, but Hubbend had other curves he appreciated. Believe me, my hips are not going anywhere. Also, my booty consistently requires me to purchase jeans a size larger than my waist. Get the picture? So, I want to build up my chest, and take down my abs and posterior. Abs in, butt lifted. This means adding in strength. Do I have time for this guys? Makeup. I wear nothing. When I went to Stockholm I did wear it all the time. I didn't wear eyeliner and blush once, and th...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.