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I’m still suffering from serious weight-gain issues. My body seems to think it’s time to retain water for the apocalypse. I can store quarters in the valleys on my ankles when I remove my socks. It’s enough to make me crazy. (Just ask Michael. Poor guy has had to deal with my ranting for two weeks now.)
I want to quit. I feel like my goal has become unreachable and drifts farther away every time I get on the scale. I’m frustrated. I’m tired. I’m puffy.
But I can’t quit. Then I’ll just be a quitter. No one likes a quitter. I will have also wasted a lot of time. And record-keeping.
My patient husband gave me a pep talk last night and I’m mustering up the motivation to persevere. I’m making a new progress chart to hang by the scale today. Maybe I’ll put flowers and smiley faces on it. Maybe I’ll put swear words and skulls. I’m still deciding.
- Week 12: +3.4
- Week 11: Bye, due to heavy denial.
- Week 10: –0.8 lbs
- Week 9: –1.0 lbs
- Week 8: –1.2 lbs
- Week 7: –0.4 lbs
- Week 6: –0.6 lbs
- Week 5: –1.2 lbs
- Week 4: –3.6 lbs
- Week 3: +0.8 lbs
- Week 2: –1.8 lbs
- Week 1: –2.2 lbs
Total weight loss: 8.6 lbs
I have a strong urge to throw my keyboard through the window right now.
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