I hopped on the scale this morning, and there below my needing to be painted toenails, said the magic numbers - 122, my goal weight. Inside I felt a flourish of excitement, but I knew it was to good to be true. So I weighed again. 122. Still, couldn't be right - I don't feel like I'm at goal.
I weighed again tonight, 123.5. Which is fine
I just need to start shaping up, working out.
But seeing the numbers on the scale really made my day
I haven't seen those numbers in YEARS. It made me feel that much motivated to finish the end of my weight loss!