Still sick as a proverbial dog over here. Lame. Four weeks. Hard to believe. A little less than three weeks until food (maybe less). 22# gone. My goal was 40#, though frankly, unless there was a miracle, that wouldn't happen. Now I'm hoping for 35# (what they "promise"). But we'll see how it all turns out. All I have control over is how I work the program, not how it turns out.
And I'm ok with that.
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