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Today's Mantra

I did not fight the urge to partake of staff meeting office donuts all winter just to give up on my bikini bod in MARCH. Kick it back into gear, Little Lady.

Oh, and by "Bikini Bod", I obviously mean "Skin-Tight White Breeches Bod"

Curse you, Corn Dog Gods. (but not really.)
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padruss said…
Everything I wear I squeeze into! Just call me squeezed.
March 1, 2013 at 10:48 PM
Unknown said…
Just swinging by to say hey, i still love your blog =)
March 2, 2013 at 3:21 PM
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