
I hate the scale! I hate weighing! You're feeling all good about yourself. You notice your stomach starting to shrink, and you think your collarbone is starting to protrude a little. Giddily, you get up, put your feet on the cold floor and shuffle to the bathroom. There laying on the floor is your Nemesis. "I will win today", you say to the scale below you. You step on, and then you look down. WHAT? I gained a pound and half. What the mess?
Needless to say, I am slightly discouraged. Nevertheless, I still got up and exercised. I'm hoping the numbers will begin to drop very soon...
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