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We can! 
Good luck! 


Mothermavis, I know what you mean! I'll tell you what tho, I've been watching my scale yo-yo within about 4-5 pounds since starting the Halloween challenge and TBL challenge I'm doing and over those few weeks I'm absolutely sick of the scale. I can sweat out in the yard doing heavy yard work (landscaping with lots of shoveling etc.) and the next morning I'm down 3 pounds. Then in one day I can put it all back on just eating "on plan." And if I eat something like pasta, forget it! The next day I can easily be up a pound or two just from the water (bloat) I tend to hold on to when I eat white flour products. I'm addicted to stepping on the scale everyday but I'm getting sick, sick, sick of it! I'm up 2 pounds today after sweating back down to 185 last week. So I said all that to say even tho I'm sick of the scale game I'm beginning to realize that it's just that, a game. And who wins that game (me or the scale) is getting old. I love pasta but I don't want to freak out every time I eat a bowl because I know what the scale is going to say tomorrow morning. (Which, by the way, as I type this I am eating a bowl of matzo ball soup loaded with little noodles.) But you know what? I don't care anymore. The thing I do know is that I'm not at my starting weight. And as long as I keep my eating in check, and enjoy what I'm eating and getting some kind of exercise, I could care less about my weight fluctuating up and down. (I say that when just the other day I was complaining about it elsewhere! lol) I would love to see a steady loss week after week, and maybe that will eventually happen, but right now I'm just rebuilding my relationship with food and that's gonna show up on the scale (good or bad). Not good for team challenges, but a fact, nonetheless. I don't know why I rambled on so much, just wanted to give ya a cyberhug and say "I understand."
Mothermavis, I know what you mean! I'll tell you what tho, I've been watching my scale yo-yo within about 4-5 pounds since starting the Halloween challenge and TBL challenge I'm doing and over those few weeks I'm absolutely sick of the scale. I can sweat out in the yard doing heavy yard work (landscaping with lots of shoveling etc.) and the next morning I'm down 3 pounds. Then in one day I can put it all back on just eating "on plan." And if I eat something like pasta, forget it! The next day I can easily be up a pound or two just from the water (bloat) I tend to hold on to when I eat white flour products. I'm addicted to stepping on the scale everyday but I'm getting sick, sick, sick of it! I'm up 2 pounds today after sweating back down to 185 last week. So I said all that to say even tho I'm sick of the scale game I'm beginning to realize that it's just that, a game. And who wins that game (me or the scale) is getting old. I love pasta but I don't want to freak out every time I eat a bowl because I know what the scale is going to say tomorrow morning. (Which, by the way, as I type this I am eating a bowl of matzo ball soup loaded with little noodles.) But you know what? I don't care anymore. The thing I do know is that I'm not at my starting weight. And as long as I keep my eating in check, and enjoy what I'm eating and getting some kind of exercise, I could care less about my weight fluctuating up and down. (I say that when just the other day I was complaining about it elsewhere! lol) I would love to see a steady loss week after week, and maybe that will eventually happen, but right now I'm just rebuilding my relationship with food and that's gonna show up on the scale (good or bad). Not good for team challenges, but a fact, nonetheless. I don't know why I rambled on so much, just wanted to give ya a cyberhug and say "I understand."
Sometimes I just want to say to heck with it. As long as I'm healthy, happy with my size, and my husband thinks I'm sexy, why the heck should I care what size pants I wear or what the scale says. I was recently addicted to the scale as well watching it inch down one tenth of a pound by one tenth of a pound and then I even look at a bowl of whole-wheat pasta and *poof!* I'm huge again. It's very stressful and depressing all at the same time; kind of like an abusive relationship I just can't break ties with that little white scale sitting in my bathroom floor.
Why do I have to feel like a failure when my doctor says I'm the epitome of good health but I wear a size 18?
No wonder so many women struggle with their self-esteem! Ok, I'll get off my soap box now.

I guess I'll have to continue my search for old episodes.
Go
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Oh well. I try to look on the bright side of things, and the bright side is - I feel better since I got some meds. 

But now I'm so thankful she did that; I can only imagine what it would be like having to lose weight AND eat food I don't like.
It's been a really bad week! UGH! Oh well - all I can do is start changing things and doing what I know I'm supposed to be doing!
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