I was feeling good going in today. Yes, I blew out my points over the weekend, but I thought for sure I was looking at a loss this week. I didn't even worry about my clothes (their weight). I strutted into my meeting thinking, "wow, that would be awesome if I got a +5 two weeks in a row."
Ohhhh, my friends, life has a deliciously dark
I gained this week. Two whole pounds.
Yes, that scale flipped me the bird. You think you've got it all figured out? You think you can just slide right into home without getting scratched up and bruised in the process. No ma'am. It doesn't work that way.
Ok, ok, I get the picture. I'm going to have to work for the last 15 just as hard as I worked for the first.
Just makes success that much sweeter.
I still very well might return the favor and give that scale the bird next week, though.
I take it back. I'm a lady. This is the closest I can get to "giving the bird."
At least it's a big one. ;)