somehow i realised among people whom i've aged together with, including myself, all have puffed up faces. Jawlines seemed to be blurred, yet you can see it's there if you tilt to the sides or hold the mirror closer to you. I choose to believe that it's a progressive biological norm in all of us.
But there's something i can be sure of. I'm putting on weight.
i'm depressed. I don't wanna settle for the larger sizes on the shelves. I need the weight to be all gone before i reach NYC in June.
Maybe running 3timesaweek is the only solution right now.
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