I have two settings: relentless and apathetic. I am 78 in tumblr years. I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember being promised some tequila.
This blog is worksafe, in that there are no naked people. The text is pretty much never worksafe.
What the fuck are you doing on tumblr at work, Agent Galaga?
See also:
fuckyeahjacksonanddoc
fuckyeahmattpaxton
gradstudentgorilla
sabinelagrande
frenemy cosplay
[Top panel: Cartoon woman lifting her arms and making a sad face. Caption: I just started working out. I used to be pretty strong, but now I’m really weak. People are excited for me. “You’re going to lose so much weight!”
Bottom panel: Cartoon woman triumphantly lifting unconscious bear four times her size over her head. Caption: SCREW WEIGHT LOSS - I want to be able to BENCHPRESS A BEAR.]
I usually say Jeep, but that bottom panel is 100% my attitude toward exercise. ^_^
Fun fact: I was a super heavyweight lifter in high school. Super heavyweight: not the greatest adjective to apply to a 17 year old girl, jsyk. I regularly came last, because 1) I never got good at bench press 2) I was about ten pounds over the line between heavyweight and super heavyweight, so I REGULARLY lifted against girls who outweighed me by 100+ pounds. But, y’know. It was still an experience. And I was the very first female super heavyweight competitive lifter from my high school, and in the first female lifting competition in my state.
And yeah. It felt a lot like this.
(Source: budgiebazooka)
This.Is.Why.The.Scale.Should.Matter.Less
YESSS. This is me currently
(And get crazy ripped in the process)
My life summed up in one comic.