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Disclaimers, yo!

So here's why you can't sue me or get cranky face with me:

1) I. Am. Not. A. Nutritionist. Also, I. Am. Not. A. Fitness. Expert. I have no kind of formal training outside of extensive hours of Zumba, and I'm pretty sure that doesn't count. I've battled bulimia and come out swinging on the other side (read more about that here), and I've had notoriously low self-esteem for the better part of my life (from probably 1992-2007), so while I know a ton about nutrition/exercise/unicorns, none of that makes me certified to tell YOU what to do. I'm just telling you what does or does not work for ME.

2.) This is my blog. I know it's public domain or something now, but darnit I started this to have somewhere to come clean about my obsessive cookie love and desperate need to Starbucks on a daily basis. So while I know there are people who DO judge me, a) I don't give a crap because it doesn't matter to me, and b) they should get a new hobby. I'm fun to be around. =) All that said, please try to withhold judgement on something. If you read point 1, you know I'm not an expert, and I'm really just trying to better myself. You gonna fault me for that, yo?

3.) Hey! Did I use one of your Gifs? THANK YOU. You are so spectacular and I love you forever and you're so talented. You make my blog what it is. As do my nebulous unicorn references.

So that's all. I hope you all still want to be my friend, and don't hate me.

<3
A Redhead

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