Forgive me for my delinquent presence. The past few months have been physically hard on me. I embarked on a personal pilgrimage to working out while leaving an owning presence on other elements of my life, including work. Yes. Work. In the end, it all worked out. Not only did I get a killer bod (seriously more killer than you thought - meaning meat, abs and all) but I also got a promotion at work. But don't let me bore you with professional stuff. Let's get back to being anonymously personal.
So the big question that I have been asked by friends who observed the great changes I have undergone was "How's the sex?" Honestly, few and far in between. I dunno, but there seems to be something about being hotter that makes you want to go for quality activity partners as well. I mean, it's definitely easier to get head at the gym lockers and such (considering it was already so easy to do so before), but on the other side, as conceited as this sounds, doing all that hard work only to be blown by some random plain Joe in the lockers is quite a waste.
As another friend puts it, when one loses weight, gets abs, and undergoes good physical change, they either become nicer or bitchier. Guess which one I ended up as.
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