This is going to be brief. I have a cold. Feel like crap. Trying to quit smoking. Mother Nature is still making me miserable.
32 is turning out to be a fabulous year so far.
But the longer I am laying here, the more resolved I become to make it count. This is the year that I will experience the end of my weight loss journey. This is the time that I will find my voice (not today, apparently, cause I sound like Bea Arthur, may she rest in peace) and speak up on behalf of fat chicks everywhere. This is the year I will carve out a path that is wide enough for anyone to start achieving their dreams, and take them on the narrowing journey to weight loss.
Maybe it's just the cold meds talking, but I am becoming more motivated by the second.
This is THE YEAR for me. How about for you?
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