I have broken through the threshold of 70 pounds.
It had never happened,
once I touched when I stopped smoking
and downloaded the nerves to replace nicotine with food.
taking off his raincoat and the taste of tar, which envelops the endless joys of rediscovered flavors.
Currently none of this.
The papillae are all beautiful clothes wrapped in dark black, like hyenas or Morpheus.
Yet the scale the other day was not lying when
with a subtle pleasure revenge, I'm sure
(in the end we always put our feet in the head),
garrulous declared: 72.9
I'll be honest, that part of me that tends to identify with a man that welcomes new transabdominal cm, reassuring status symbols, he thinks, as he caresses her new life jacket lipid.
vain Part of me incidentally looks with horror at all nostalgic and remember the physical
dry last year when climbing gym and had performed the miracle,
where the hormones were not able to transform the body
a teenager to a man in everlasting.
What beautiful body when it works properly.
So what to do?
This weekend was devoutly committed to the Sports
that the commitments and laziness in recent months had relegated to a corner wretched.
Saturday I went with Miriam and Babi to climb Mount Barro
and Sunday I woke up at 2:55 at night to go with a lot of friends to ski at Abetone
in the middle of Tuscan-Emilian Apennines .
Fighting Ciambellone lipids was therefore initiated.
pace of that part of me that I consider it sympathetically.
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