I told myself I could hold my new wiegh. I did. But the shape of me went from fit to flab. I feel lumpy and like I want to feed my angst. I told myself if the scale tipped past 160 I had to back on the exchange diet.
Day one.
It sucks.
I know I've got weeks before I'll see results.
Weeks.
Bummer
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Like any new start.. I go forward the two steps back. Fell face first on stone porch. I hurt. Hip, knee, pride. Bruised and battered
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