Stronger and Unencumbered.

Yes—another day. Again and again.

I’m growing stronger. I can feel it. In fact, I could probably manage to do my bra up by now, but I’m enjoying the exhibitionist freedom of tight black crop tops. They let me move without being encumbered by too much clothing.

With the warmer weather here, there’s an obvious need for even less of it. Moving to this tropical paradise was one of the best things I ever did—no heavy coats or long pants to weigh me down and get in the way.

Today brings another personal-training session, followed by a much-needed haircut. Hair can get in the way too, demanding time and attention I’m no longer willing to give it.

A double zero is my look. A razor might be going just a little too far—but never say never.

Stronger. Lighter. Freer.

Let’s do it again.