Between illness, school, and school, and work, my workouts have been further and further apart, and I'm watching myself pack on the pounds. Scary, really.

And going out last week didnt help my self-esteem, watching men who are older than me strut around shirtless and fat free. One guy, who incidentally asked me for a smoke, had a perfect body. Not an ounce of fat, and cut from head to toe. Perfect V.

Ugh. Kill me now.