Super September! I got to enjoy some of the fruits of my labor this month. I wore clothes I haven’t fit into in years. And I’m running easier.
Not to mention the little victories, like fitting through the space between my desk and the window without turning sideways. When I sat on a bar stool at Happy Hour, I didn’t once freak out worrying about what I looked like from behind. And I noticed I bump into things a lot less. Shrinking in by a half inch every month means fewer bruises. Win win.