With the exception of only a couple of days, I've managed to work out, and track my food for over a month. I now have the motivation of seeing progress, both in my endurance, and in little changes in my body. Because I keep clothing until it dies, and I don't have a terribly massive amount to start, some of the clothing I wear for exercise is beginning to fall apart. I also have no actual dedicated work out tops. So I'm reminded to go through the things I have, and likewise, I got myself some new things. Not a ton, just two tops and two bottoms. The leggings are more of the very inexpensive kind I've found that fit well and I like. The tops, however, are a bit pushing. I love the designs, and think they're both fantastic, but they're crop tops, which I normally would hate wearing. I can dance in cholis with a bare stomach, but I always feel like with everything else I'm wearing, and with also dancing, there is so much distraction from my midriff th
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.