Yay, for whooshes! Sometimes, when I've gone up, and I know I'm blameless, it's just PMS or whatever, and I am ready to tear my hair out, knowing a whoosh is coming is about all that keeps me sane. It's funny, because I don't cheat or anything in my craziness, I just get really weird about sodium. I certainly don't plan on going out and celebrating with food when the loss portion of this project is done, but I have promised myself I will NOT hold back with the soy sauce when I get there. You know, fine, whatever, I know how many calories were in that veggie stir-fry I just made, and they're well within my calorie budget, but screw it, here comes the soy.
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