I've written many drafts lately. But I'm tired of sounding like / being a pity party.
Tonight, I went to el pollo loco, trader joes, and then in n out. Comfort.
You know what every SINGLE post on this blog has in common (besides the fact that I wrote it of coure) ... I lived in Long Beach writing it.
About a year ago, I'd been working out w my trainer for about 2 months. I'm about to head to Vegas on the same trip... I found the gym on that trip. I swore by this time, this year, I'd have lost ALL the weight. You know... "never again" blah blah...
Big changes are coming.
