No, I'm not wearing those fancy kind of golf pants known as plus fours.
I am plus four. As in, up four pounds from the day before Thanksgiving.
You know ... there are times when you gain weight and it's really confusing because you tried to do everything "right" all week and you worked out and all that and still the scale went up.
This is not one of those times.
This is a case of me not eating on plan for a few days and indulging a bit, not working out for a few days and my body deciding it's not going to be a losing week.
Cause and effect. I indulged a bit too much, ergo I now weight a bit too much.
There can be no confusion about that.
The good news is that I was up four pounds. Friends, when I peeked at the gym scale (unofficial number) mid-week last week, I was up eight. So this could be worse. A lot worse.
As my nutritionist says to me, "You know what you need to do."
Yep. Exactly what I've done for the last 70 pounds.
December 2nd, 2016 Blah, Blah, Blah
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