The only visibly noticeable result of my working out thus far is the continuing deterioration of my basic functioning skills, as my woefully unprepared body hearkens back to the couch in the only way it has left: by falling apart piece by piece.
Always darkest before the dawn, which I'm hoping starts peeking its way out around the three week mark. Seriously. Speedos by June, I'm thinking. Right?
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I'm catching up on my reading.
Speedos are never ok. Unless the June timeframe was meant to suggest Rachel's wedding was to be the unveiling (pun intended), and then I'd say go for it just for kicks.
Otherwise, just say no to speedos.
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