Keep At It Until You’re Lean Enough to Fit Into Your Old, Mean-Looking Jeans.
I’m like a prisoner today trying to escape from the walls of tracking my own food. 264 more words
It’s the break of day and I’m captivated by the warmth of the sun poking through the window and falling upon my morning figure. Some physical aches and pains are beginning to emerge through the sand: like, grumpy crabs with disruptive intentions to scare away my daily aspirations. 353 more words