I'm .4 above the next lower "decade." I was yesterday. I am today. After suffering through a brutal Halloween (going to a friend's where they had pizza and brownies, plus seeing all of Anna's candy was ROUGH), I was exhausted and a bit discouraged. But I consoled myself with the idea that I'd be down in the next 10 today--first time in quite a while.
So, when my weight plateaued, I was pissed off. I even went so far as to scoot the scale to different parts of the floor! No dice. It was firmly decided that no, I didn't lose squat. If I were a kicking kind of person, I'd have kicked it. And anything else in my path.
Sucks.
No way I'll make that goal now. Or even close to it.
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