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Leave it up to my Grammy to ruin a diet, and she didn't even try. My Grammy passed away on the 14th so I traveled back to Montana last Sunday and was there most of the week. Needless to say any time spent around my family has nothing to do with a diet or eating well. Or I should say healthy, we eat quite well.

So I have officially started yesterday. I didn't do my body fat measurements so I might try tonight but I started at 153.8, as you can see what happens when you visit my family. Yesterday was a little rough. I took the fat burner with breakfast, 3 of them and I don't think I have ever been more productive on a Sunday morning but I felt like Jason Statham in that movie Crank. I cleaned my closet, got rid of some clothes and shoes, organized my necklaces, put on all the missing buttons from my pants, organized my button box and cleaned the house. Then we went to the movies so I packed up veggies and off we went. Not too bad, after Chris ate his hot dog. Too end on a wrong note, I took 3 more Hot Rox right before bed. Needless to say, I'm not sure I slept last night. Good thing for Power Drive this morning or I don't think I would be here.

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