If I could just shed a few kilograms, maybe turn some of the errant flubber into muscle, I would be more active and socialise with more freedom. If I wasn’t so concerned about the love handles poking up above my belt-line and the bubble-like shape my shadow casts in profile, I wouldn’t be so…
Posted on Monday, 31 October 2011
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