The Man Who Set My Number Doesn’t Exist Anymore. I Keep Failing Him Anyway.
I'm fat. Fat-ish. My wedding band doesn't fit because I got married ninety-five pounds ago...fat.
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Six Months Of Working My Ass Off And I Couldn’t See The Progress
I watched my body in the mirror while swinging my kettlebell yesterday. Back between my legs, explode up to face level, back down, and up again. Over and over. Thirty-five pounds of controlled violence. Six months of work to get…