What a difference a day makes. Or 30 days and 10 pounds. 

The bad news is: I’ve worked out so hard this week, I can’t lift my arms over my head. I thought I was going to have to call the neighbor the other day and have him come over and cut me out of my clothes. I finally got my shirt over one shoulder, then the other, and down my body. I have no idea how I’m going to brush my teeth in the morning. I may have to lay my toothbrush on the counter and just rub my face back and forth over it. 

But the good news is: The girls have never looked better, I’m starting to see those indentations in my abs again, I’m suddenly aware of my hip bones, and I found myself car dancing again the other day. Things are looking up.  

Stay tuned. 

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