A super quick entry:

Thin or chubby, I’ve always been soft. Marshmallow-y. Whipped margarine/buttery. Cotton-y. Pooh Bear-y. Whathaveyou.

So here I am today, furiously racing around the stuff with arms piled high of t-shirts, colorful underwear, fitness gear, attempting to pack 15 day’s clothes into a suitcase for our four-day trip, when my right hand touched my left VERY HARD upper arm.

I paused.

Hmm, I thought. How could my arm be hard? Am I flexing? Maybe it’s because I’m carrying stuff. I’d flex a teensy bit and BAM! Wow, I am stunned. I continue touching my arms for hours. (I know that sounds weird/creepy/silly but hey – this is new to me!!! :D)

Later while at the computer, I pretzel-ed my arm to scratch an itch in my upper back only to find that area quite firm too. :O The itch came and went, but I continued to touch it. I am shocked.

(scratching head)

I really only lost one pound this month, but could it be because I’ve gained muscle? November was also a month of “I feel fat” thoughts (I took care of that by taking a ton of pics to convince me otherwise). Maybe I need to look back at my pics to see if I am more defined.

Not a bad way to go into Thanksgiving!

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