Woke up this morning.
Got on the scale.
Not sure which screamed louder: Me or the scale.
Not good.
I call myself cutting down on the calories--however my exercise routine hasn't picked up. The work-out room at my old apartment is the one--and only-thing--I miss about it. So I need to get back in the habit of my routine.
My birthday is next month--the 8th.
Want to make sure I give my ownself a great present.
Pass that salad over here with the fat free dressing.
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