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I wore jeans to work today.  I see people do it all the time but i NEVER...well, maybe when i knew no one would be around.  But I flew in the face of the powers that be this morning and decided i was wearing the new jeans i bought last night because I'm DOWN another SIZE and i'm celebrating.

These jeans fit comfortably.  My other jeans were supposed to be snug but i've been wearing droopy butt because i didn't want to buy any clothes "in between".  However, nothing feels better than a new pair of jeans that aren't tight or too big.  I'm proud of me.

And this is after a week away on a cruise where i gained 11 pounds.  Must have been water wieght because i'm back to where i left off and dropping.

I feel good.  I'm in a great mood.  I hope it lasts!

I did the thing and opened the FB dating account again.  I'm being very voyueristic this time......watching.  I started talking to "Johhny" from Thompson a recently retired Air Force Ranger who has a shepherd named Badger.  He has been pleasant, funny, and not disgusting.  Off to a great start.  I must dabble in the man pool.........I'm starving for some, attention?  

I feel like I can handle it as long as i don't take anyone seriously until they've proven themselves.  No more projecting and getting my fingers pinched.  It's just for fun.


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