Alone, I slip out of my street clothes and stand, nearly nude, on the gritty, tiled floor. I stare in the mirror critically, appraising myself as I imagine a stranger would.
‘Nice face,’ I think, ‘Although a little too round. Interesting eyes, though.’
My gaze drops down. ‘Strong shoulders, but look at those flabby arms! Definitely not tank top
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You go girl!
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After leaving you cold with my first essay, I am really glad to have redeemed myself :)
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But I really do think that this is one of the best Bliss entries out there by quite a margin.
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I can't tell you how much I love the water - well, I guess I just tried, lol - but it just feels so good.
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I need to get back to the pool this week. I had to miss it yesterday because of a Relay For Life meeting and I have some sinus issues going on, so I am starting to pine for it!
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Thank you for the compliment, A. You are one of my must-reads too, so I love to see you around my journal.
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Your writing has a flow that makes it enjoyable to read. Bravo.
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I feel so much more grounded when I get some exercise. I have tried step aerobics, jogging...swimming is by far my favorite. Second only to dancing, and not dance aerobics, but like sweaty club dancing or the joyful, goofy dancing people do at wedding receptions, lol.
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