When you're over 30, going to Costco is like a trip to Chuck E. Cheese for a five year old but without the creepy ass animatronics. Today was my Costco day, and I happily strolled through the aisles in my leggings listening to an audiobook like the basic white girl I am. After making it through the sweet smell of the bakery section without face planting into a birthday cake, walking past the nice lady offering free samples of creamy crab dip, and ignoring the rude glare of the 700 calorie chocolate chip cookies at the cafe that were begging for my attention, I left feeling...hungry. Then, I was gifted a reminder of how special it is to be strong and healthy and capable. I was putting my cart back in the cart return like everyone should, and a mixture of my undiagnosed OCD and my pet peeve for people leaving their carts in parking spots or not pushing them in all the way so that the lineup of carts sticks out into the road unnecessarily kicked in full force. Next thing I knew, I was rearranging all the carts into nice tidy rows while a woman cheered me on, saying how strong I was and how I was helping people who couldn't do what I could do. Wow, she made me smile. She also made me realize I shouldn't be quick to judge others. Maybe they don't return their cart properly because they're physically hurting. I take for granted how blessed I am to have a healthy body. I never want to go back to not prioritizing being the best version of myself I can be. And on that note, I'm choosing to go home and eat the high protein, high fiber meal I planned for myself. 🖤

Okayyyyy I’m not going to lie… this morning’s weight drop to 126.8 lbs caught me OFF GUARD 😳🔥 After a social meal, I was mentally ready for a 2–3 lb spike (because let’s be real… usually that’s what happens). But this time? The scale went backwards. What was different? ✔️ I cut back on sauces (didn’t finish them like I normally do 👀) ✔️ Focused on lean protein only ✔️ Ate more salad ✔️ Drank more water to offset sodium Small shifts. Big difference. And no — I know weight loss isn’t perfectly linear. I’m not attaching my happiness to the number. But I WILL celebrate the execution. 🙌🏽 The bigger win? My clothes are fitting like a glove lately. Then last night my sister tells me: “I heard mom telling me you’re looking SNATCHED these days.” Me: “Wait… I’m not one of the cool kids. What does snatched mean??” 😂 Translation: “You look good. Mom said you look skinny.” And honestly? That meant more than the scale. I told her, “I’ve lost inches… and mom did say my physique looks better since joining BBB.” That’s the real win. Execution. Consistency. Small disciplined choices during social meals. And inches dropping even when life is still lifing. FriYAYYYY indeed 💃🏽🔥