245

Once again I needed my warm cap for my wallk this morning. The sun shone brilliantly and the birds sang nondescriptly, with the exception of the mourning doves. Their cooing always makes something inside me soften a bit.

I remembered to weigh myself when I got back, and it gave me a big smile. Down to 245!

Hell. Yeah!

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One Response to “245”

  1. Karen Says:

    You go HUGH!!! You go!!

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