Fucking fukkity fuck. I just
Fucking fukkity fuck. I just wiped out a huge entry accidentally.
Synopsis: It's odd when you find out coworkers read your fit-journals. Then they're watching what you eat. And debating if the photo is really you.
No, it's not me. Preston made the point that I'm "too skinny" to be that guy. I think he's mistaking definition for bulk in the photo, because actually that guy is thinner than me. But, that photo's what I'm aiming for. That's the end goal. No, if you saw the face attached to that photo, you'd say "there aint no way you'll ever look like that!" But hey, I'll settle for looking like him from the neck down.
Thanks for making lunchtime conversation fun, guys. Note I balanced cake with grapes and apple juice? Sucrose AND fructose. Lovely.