Here we are. Another Wednesday Weigh-In. Whose idea was this again, anyway? They should be shot, I tell you, SHOT! And then poked with sharp pointy sticks until we're sure they're dead ...
Well, maybe not. I still don't have a functioning scale -- how long can I use that excuse? But I've been bad this week so I suspect it wouldn't show me a good number. Starting today, I will do better. There's no point in doing this unless I truly commit. And I'll will try my best get the proper batteries for my scale. (My Wal-Mart was sold out of them, which is odd because I wouldn't think that size of battery was used much.)
Anyway, how did you do? Are you winning the Battle of the Bulge? Or are you slipping into the Valley of Weight along with me? Are you spreading your wings and soaring above calorie-filled temptations or are you wallowing in the fat? Win or slip? Soar or wallow? Which is it?
I can beat this weight thing. I think you can, too. We just have to do it. And we can. But will we? I think we will.