a textual conversation between me and the rev:
"Pilates?"
"Shit."
"Ha oh well."
"Please just try not to think of me as fat."
"Oh please."
true, i did tell him to remind me daily to do pilates. but ever since that first session, i have not returned to my smooshy blue mat in the living room, nor the smiling b*&#h telling me how good i feel while i shake and sweat. but i'm going to do it tonight, right now, without him even telling me to. mostly to make me tired so i can get up at 5:30 am and still have gotten some sleep under my belt, but also for health reasons. and maybe a little so that when he asks i can say YES I DID SO HA.
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