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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!
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This week:
doc appt tomorrow morning
groceries Friday morning
date weekend
(Leaving Thursday morning as an option.)
Next week:
pretty much all clear in the mornings
a few tentative plans on the weekend (at least one of which would include you anyway)
If you want to go further out than that, that's also possible.
*HUUUUUUG!*
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***hugs back***
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I used to think of the weight in terms of the jugs of cat litter I had to carry home. "Yanno, I'm carrying two of these suckers on my hips..."
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