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My Life Thus Far
MAJOR Disappointment
I suffered a MAJOR disappointment this morning. Today is
the day that I record my weight loss for the week and I
HAVE NONE! Wednesday of last week I weighed 202 pounds. On
my old scale, I weighed 200 pounds and I was eagerly
awaiting the day that it tipped past and landed on 199.
But, instead I stepped on the new fangled scale I got
yesterday and was greeted by 202.6 pounds. I was
devastated. I still kind of am. I know I haven't done one
damn thing to stop me from losing weight. I know it has
everything to do with switching scales and the old one was
the primitive kind with the needle that bobs around and
never registers the same weight twice. It's still painful
to see all of your hard work, show no fruition. Now I've
went from 18 pounds lost, back to 16. I guess I should be
glad that I've upgraded to a more accurate scale and now I
know the truth. It's only 2 stinkin little pounds, but it
seems like such a defeat. I wanted to cry. I didn't, but I
seriously wanted to. I'm not giving up. Far from it. I've
got some new workout options and I'm going to throw myself
into them wholeheartedly. I know I probably won't be able
to keep myself off of the scale everyday, but I'm going to
try and next Wednesday, you will read about my celebration
of reaching 199. This WILL NOT bring me down. I won't let
it. I will simply use it as another motivational tool. I
want those pesky 2 pounds to disappear, so I've got to do
what it takes. If I let this minor set back get to me, all
of my efforts will have been in vain. I can't let that
happen. Ciao.
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