*also known as "how I lost five pounds by eating Italian pastries for two weeks."
In the past week, I've been stopped several times by people--people who see me in a swimsuit--telling me how good I look, how I must have lost weight. Seriously, I haven't felt a whole lot different, aside from being a little woozy from all that sugar and nutella-packed dough. I finally stepped on the scale today, just to prove to myself that I'm the same old me, just maybe a hyperglycemic-hungover version of the old me. But no. Five pounds, gone. Strange. But I'm not complaining.
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