For some reason, Friday mornings, I always peek at the scale. WI is tomorrow.
I'm expecting pretty much zero results this week, because TOM is imminent. I've done the best I can with damage control, fighting the PMS hungries (seriously hungries, not munchies), working out, and doing the best I can to counteract my wings on Saturday and my chips and chocolate on Sunday. I've been a healthy machine since then, despite wanting to curl up, cry, feel incredibly sad, and eat popcorn until I explode.
And the scale this morning? Down a smidge, actually... so maybe a bit of a loss tomorrow anyways. That would be a nice reward, wouldn't it?
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