Mini Non-Scale-Related Victory:
So there I was on one of Melbourne’s infamous trams, holding onto a green-hangy-support-thing, when I glanced over and to my astonishment saw natural muscle in my arm. No flexing. No trying. But there is was… muscle definition!
I know it sounds stupid, but since I can remember, I’ve wanted to reach for something and see a line of natural muscle in my arm. This has never happened before. Until now.
And then, because, y’know, I’m the coolest person you know (fact), I took a photo of it for my blog. BAMN!
And this is how I rolled on my Saturday afternoon.
You can carry on now.