The need for this hits me so abruptly sometimes that it seems like all that would ever matter ever. It is poignant and crippling, the sudden realization that you do not want to be alone when you were perfectly contented just moments ago.
Do you want smooth skin and a tiny waist, thighs that don’t jiggle and that spread more easily? I’ll work on it. I really will. I’ll do that thing everyone here calls a hike when I just think it’s a walk and therefore pointless. But I’ll do it.