It’s just plain insane how we workout once a month and feel so fucking fabulous that day that we can practically hear the birds sing from a mile away and the truest connection between sweating and smiling becomes so apparent as we prance around all day as though Santa just offered us a job ONLY TO actively refuse to bend over and touch our toes the very next day. Is it even a surprise that everyone slowly gave up on us? We don’t even listen to ourselves!

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