Help! Why do we continue to repeat ourselves? If only I were repeating healthy and vibrant things. Well, today, I am. I started my 60 day juice fast this morning. Sadly, Tim is making bacon and eggs in the kitchen, so the smells are overpowering. Fortunately, I am not yet hungry. I weighed in at 195 pounds this morning on mom's old-fashioned scale in the hallway bathroom. You know the kind that fits back into the wall? It's quite accurate. My scale had me at 193, so fairly close. My dimensions are even worse - 48, 42,46 or something like that. I feel like a beached whale, couch potato, raisin on a stick. I have no energy, I'm moody, I get reflux almost all the time, my aches and pains are more steady. I resist looking in the mirror. It's just no fun being me right now. So, today I start. Here I am in all my glory:
Here is my breakfast:
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