When superheroes go bad.
Mutant Diet Phase 8 Day 72
Prepare for a rant.
I don’t need to lose weight of my fucking inner thighs. That’s where I felt change this morning. For fuck’s sake universe, don’t you see the giant middle? Prioritize. Fuck.
I also had a personal trainer at the gym interrupt me in the middle of a kettle bell burpee. I had to complain to management. I was so pissed off I wanted to hurl the 32 kg kettlebells I was using at her.
And a fairly obscure relative, who we were fortunate to see in Toronto last summer passed away. We went for ice cream in Oakville.
