Change

First of all, 6th of June was a fail. I tried posting to Blogger via my phone, but I guess it just fucked up that day. Whatever, I'm not even going to recreate what it said. I'll just leave it for the hell of it.

I'm feeling change and not the Obama kind since I've been working out. There are no physical changes, except in my face (according to my parents). The changes are mental. Before when I use to see an attractive guy either in person or on the internet, I would get giddy and say, "He's so cute!!" Now when I see an attractive guy, I think to myself, "Why can't I look like that?" It's horribly drastic how this turned out. I still love guys, but will they love me? Only time will tell because I've only been working out for about two weeks plus/minus a day or two. Hopefully I'll have a better self image of myself when the fall semester starts. The muscle building seems slow and I'm not sore anymore from doing my work outs. It's probably a good idea to keep taking my Prozac.