I'm so excited, my head is spinning! Although that could be the Sharpie fumes. Or malnutrition coupled with my 5:30am treadmill run. Or the Chinese herbs I was guaranteed would make my fat "melt". An oddly-worded promise that only triggers cravings for the amazing smoked pork belly I enjoyed at South City Kitchen
I got on the scale last weekend and realized there's actually a chance I could make my goal of 185 by the time we set sail. Only four more pounds, that's possible, right?