Be Content Black Woman... You're allowed!
The Untold Stories and Other
Frightening Horrors of the 24-Hour Gym
As a sista, I know I might as well be sparing with Mike Tyson when it comes getting my back fat, my butt, my stomach, my thighs -- oh hell you name it -- back into shape.
Brother's, leave rapper Bonecrusher alone!
And make no mistake about it, just dragging my once svelte 5'10 over 40 frame off the couch is no easy task. Then you got the whole thing about fighting - I mean - finding the time to do it. Ladies with kid/kids and no man, you know what I'm saying.
Listen, I have no desire to invest in all the bulky equipment that exist to put one in perfect shape. So what did I do? I decided to join a 24-hour gym.
What a concept!
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