Ugh, Thursdays are the worst, you know? Pure evil. I usually try to avoid anything even potentially malicious on Thursdays, as I know beyond any doubt that fate will swing to the dark side on this most cursed of days. So naturally I hopped on the scale this morning.
TOM is still not here, so I'm feeling all weepy and emotional and grumpster...and I decide to weigh myself. To put all my remaining sanity in a Mr. Scale's grubby little hands. Brilliant.
I braced myself for the worst. Really and truly. Deep breaths, pep talks, the works. I mean, it's been a really rough couple of weeks at this point, and I GAINED at my last official weigh in. I fully expected to be back at my starting weight, especially factoring in the blOAt that is still hangin' around. Even knowing all of these facts and how the odds were stacked against me, I stripped and stepped onto the scale, standing tall the whole time. There's no slumping in weight loss!!
And...I'm actually okay with what I saw. ;) It doesn't really count because it's totally NOT weigh-in day or anything, but...I'm pleased. I appear to be back down to my lowest so far, a touch over 255. That fake gain is gone, and I'm daring to hope that more went with it, but it doesn't show because of stupid old TOM. *fingers crossed* We'll see eventually, I suppose. I'm soooooo freaking glad I didn't see a gain. Take THAT Thursday!!
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