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5.5



Friends.

Today is a big day.

So big, in fact, that I first typed "Friday" instead of "Friends".

Do you know what today is?

Yes yes, it's International Tiara Day, National Wig Out Day, Heat Awareness Day (ironic given that it's 60 degrees here…), and Don't Fry Day. (See here if you don't believe me!)

Today is also the day that I measured myself and found out I've lost 5.5 inches since April 23rd.

Do we read each other clearly? I've lost 5.5 inches in a month!

<Commence Freak Out>

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!




</Commence Freak Out>

That's right. I just made my own goofy HTML for this. That just happened.

This is a big deal for me though, friends! I got on the scale and admittedly was a little bit disappointed. But then I remembered that today is the day I get to measure myself (I'm only doing it monthly), and whipped out the trusty(-er than usual) measuring tape. I couldn't believe it when I was seeing numbers… 2" on my hips? Gone. 1" off my waist? See ya! 2.5 inches off my arms/thighs? Won't miss ya.

This is awesome. And so, so encouraging.

Have a wonderful Friday, friends!! Do something awesome today, no matter how small it is.

<3
A Redhead

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