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I don’t actually work out that often. When I do, I get a lot of cartoon ideas because I like to complain about how hard it is. Happygoth, another friend and I have been trying to jog three times a week for the past two weeks. We go in a group because of the creepers. I wear big baggy fleece pants because they don’t show off my ass. I may be doing a cartoon later about wearing burlap sacks to work out in so you don’t catch the attention of the creepers.
We don’t really have decorations on our helmets but we plan on having a craft day soon.
I won’t let myself watch Doctor Who unless I’m on the treadmill. I’m down five pounds. But Netflix doesn’t have season seven! And Tourchwood, though tasty, is just not the same. Captain Jack just isn’t the same psychopath with a screwdriver. He had me at “Nice to meet you, now run for your life!”
It’s disconcerting what ends up moving when you ride over cobble stones.
Yeah, I just want to ogle my fiancé while he lifts weights.
I girls gotta have some incentive.
Once conventions are over I try and get back to the gym. Mostly because when you work 10 feet from your bed, you don’t get much excursive. I worry about my bones turning to jelly.
But I’ll go to the gym for about a week and then get frustrated with all the work and no results and end up slacking off again. I know muscle weighs more than fat, but it’s still daunting.
