I get off the bike knowing that I pushed myself and had a good workout. I can see a difference in my jeans. Makes me feel a whole lot better because the number on the scale has not budged in 3 weeks. I don't know what that's about, but I am not gonna keep dwelling on it.
I bought a new scale after the last one went ka-put! Got a new fancy shmancy one that measures body fat % too. I opened it and weighed a 10lb weight on the scale to make sure it was calibrated properly. It read 10.4 lbs. Good enough for me. So, I hopped on and it read 246. That is like 4-6 lbs less than what I have been seeing constantly. I tried again...246 lbs again! Oh my, oh my...one more time...250. What?! The next day was 252 and has been ever since. The struggle is real...but definitely worth it. I am not throwing the towel in after 30 days!
One week left until my trip. I am still trying to decide if I want to leave Friday night or Saturday morning. If I leave Friday, I will have more time to kick up my feet and relax...do my hair...read...disconnect from the world. If I leave Saturday, I will have time to workout before I go. I am going to cheat eat this weekend, so I have to be on my best behavior the week leading up to my departure. I am so excited. I wish I was there now.

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