Dear Diary,
I'm no longer in Miami b***h and I should be happy about that. I love LA. Not that I do anything while I'm here, but at least I can eat right and workout and sleep in my bed and step on my scale. Now that's not to say that I didn't eat right in Miami, it was just different. And that's not to say I didn't workout in Miami because I did. Just not like I wanted to. Walking/jogging has become a part of my Saturday morning routine, but I like to have an idea of where I'm at. I was afraid I'd be eaten by a gator if I went too far. Huh? Nope. No chance of being eaten by a cougar, I think they have jaguars in Flori... Duh. I get it.
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