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I weighed myself. Finally. I was so proud of myself because my diet was going so well. Exercise was consistent. I had my stumbles, but nothing ridiculous. I tracked my calories and maintained an average of 1800 calories per day (as opposed to the 2600 that I was carrying before)
I weighed myself last Friday. For the first time since starting this journey.
And I gained weight.
Up two pounds.
I haven't even been able to bare writing it. I didn't want to admit it.
I don't know what the hell went wrong because I am trying so damn hard.
I've got to keep trying, but... I'm already feeling failure wash over me.
I weighed myself last Friday. For the first time since starting this journey.
And I gained weight.
Up two pounds.
I haven't even been able to bare writing it. I didn't want to admit it.
I don't know what the hell went wrong because I am trying so damn hard.
I've got to keep trying, but... I'm already feeling failure wash over me.