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So, despite my exercise foo yesterday and my weekend of hearty eating, today the scale read 227. Bye bye, Depo-Provera weight! I can safely say I'll never have Depo weight gain ever again. I don't mind personifying the bloody hole for a few more months until I have my uterus carved out. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and I see it. This means I am down 52 pounds from my highest weight. That's more than 10 five-pound bags of flour I'm not carrying around anymore. In another month or so, I'll be into the teens, then into the oughts, then I'll be facing down that ol' 200 mark! This ball's a-rolling. I am not stopping here!