I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's weigh in. I sneaked a peek at the scale this afternoon (I know, bad Amanda) and it said 159.
Yes you read that right. One hundred fifty-nine. Now how in the hell did that happen? I have no idea. My daily caloric average is 1246 for the week, the bloatfest in theory should have passed... so... where is my 156?
We'll see what a night's rest and the morning's efforts bring. But as it stands, I'm ticked. I eat like a hog Easter weekend and show just one pound up even with the bloat, then I'm perfectly behaved from then on and am now up three pounds from my original weight?
I think I hate being forty.
March 27th, 2017 Most Things
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