Blessed Are the Weak
This past weekend marks the second time I’ve moved in less than six months. I thought I had built up some muscle during the last move, but I think my muscle cells are so starved that they’ve resorted to some kind of cannibalism in there and left me with pretty much next to nothing. So while my 17 year old niece was helping the men move the heavy furniture, I was lifting pillows and blankets and hoping no one would notice. Now maybe this doesn’t sound so bad to you, but please note that here I am two days after all my hardcore lifting and I’m still so sore I’m practically bedridden.
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pfft. guns are for war darling.
embrace your pillow workouts and smile smugly all the while xxx
loving the blog-facelift! xx
Gotta love being helpless and thin.
hahahaha gotta love the weakness. it means you are doing something right
I wish I had that problem. My everything is toned and I hate it. I want to be long and lean dammit, not muscle lady.
Haha i like how you added the bow on the stick figure. Adds femininity XD
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