... sucks. Ya ya ya, I know what I said yesterday about inches and body shaping and blah blah blah. I also said I was tied to the scale.
Actually, I laughed at myself this morning. Steve had to get up and go to class, so I got up to pee at 6am. Stepped on the scale and it read 162. I went back to bed.
I got up again at 8am and started my wi dance. The end result was 160.8. So I 'm up .6, but whateves, right? RIGHT?
I'm getting my hair done today and can't wait. Then I think I'll go visit Tracy and bring her the BL books. She asked me if I was done with them and I practically want to THROW them at her, I'm so excited that she's going to read them... lol.
I plan on having a good day. And now I'm thinking I'm hearing some banana custard oatmeal calling my name.
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Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".
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