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A New Plan for Living

Today is Day 16 of my new eating plan. Fourteen more days and I will add back in whole grains. I was bummed that I neglected to weigh-in at the beginning of this "re-newed" adventure but was encouraged with the advice that "the pants will tell the tale". I'm here to tell you that my belt is telling the tale of weight loss. I am down "two notches" on my blingin' Harley belt.

Just an observance, I could have sworn that I was gaining weight or remaining the same as it seems that my tummy is pooching out more. Weight loss is a funny thing. One never knows where exactly it will come off first. Last time my boobs were deflated in what seemed like a blink of an eye and I mourned their loss. I'm sure they'll deflate back to a "normal" size soon and I'm bound to panic but I hope I will remember just how uncomfortable they were and how they caused a gap in every stinking blouse in my wardrobe.
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