Who am i?
Three days of working out. I mean working out. Planks. Walking, sprints. Calculating every mother f-ing thing that goes in my mouth. It's on and I am serious. I am surprising myself at how well I am doing. A plank? A push up? Never. Who am I? But there you go. Cooking with coconut oil. Measuring. No mindless eating. If you don't log it you don't eat it. I feel great. I am sore but it's a good store. Its better than being sore from being sedentary. So the journey continues.
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