Goin’ Down

Sunday means weigh-in day. And hot damn if the scale didn’t register another five-pound drop putting me only five away from my first stage goal. If you’d told me I’d be removing 25 pounds in a mere nine weeks I woulda laughed with length and loudness. As I stand now at…


…the only component my laughter contains is glee. Pure unabashed glee.

Susan and Me
Me and My Love!