My fat baby drove me nuts the other night so I requested a new assignment altogether. It was quiet and calm and I ended up walking away learning a little more than I'd anticipated. So I was feeling pretty good by the time I walked out of the unit and into the gym instead.
One of the trainers I see at my gym even commented, "You look like you've got a huge weight off your shoulders." Yes, it's called "babies" and I'm done with them...at least until Wednesday.
And I feel good and energetic and excited to jump onto the treadmill and I feel even better that my fantastic bra enhances my boobs so much that no one can really notice my arm fat. I.am.awesome.
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