I weighed in this morning, and I have lost one pound. One measly pound. I know I should be grateful for that one pound, but for all the hunger and getting up earlier to workout, I thought I would at least get 2 pounds out of a morning of sweat and a day of discomfort. I mean who doesn't love trying to convince yourself that Sugar-Free Butterscotch candy is what you are really craving? No way! I don't want that slice of cookie cake. What were you thinking? Oh, that I actually wanted to feel full? Why would you think that?
I'm not giving up though. Every single time I think of giving in I make myself imagine the sandy beaches... me laying on my towel along side a row of beautifully gold tanned size 4 bodies. And then... ah hah! That is all the motivation I need!
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