I'm in good spirits today. I'm weighing light, I'm going to Target after work, it's payday, I'm going to the gym and I'm going to a party that I is right by the Yonkers' train station, so I get to take a train to, which makes it so much easier than driving to Yonkers. Aside from the fact that my sinuses must be packing their bags to go on a trip, because I am congested. All is well in the world outside of my head.
So, fair readers, today is a day to admit silly things we do. I, for one, have been massaging my belly fat in hopes to help it disappear. I figure it's a 3 tier plan: diet, exercise, and a firm massage. Anyone else care to step into the confessional?