When things got really tough I just thought how amazing I was and then I went out on the hills to find a Wild Haggis to kill with my new musclebound hands.
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All I wanted to do was eat pasta and chocolate. (separately that is) and sit on the couch playing X-Box and weeping at the thought of getting down on the floor and giving myself twenty more. As they say.
Oh thank fuckness the pasta and chocolate were separate man! Good on ya doing the 100 pushups a day for a whole month. Massive effort πͺπ»πͺπ»πͺπ»πͺπ»ππ»ππ»ππ»
I was quite pleased with myself and even more pleased when it was done! :OD