Day 5

Setbacks.

T.M.I. ALERT: Read no further if you are offended by too much information.

I gained half a pound.

Based on my "regularity" (p.c. term for poop schedule), I knew the weight gain was coming. I went to bed last night blocked up and feeling bloated. No surprise, I woke up this morning with most of yesterday's meals still in me. And the scale lovingly reflected that. Right before I threw it out the window. Well, I thought about it, but I didn't want to have to go outside to get it. It's cold.

So there it was, in big bold digits, 133.0... It might as well have said FAIL. 

It sucks. I'm bummed. I quit. The end.


Only kidding. It does suck and I am bummed, but setbacks happen. That's life. Pick up and move on.

So, here I am, day 5, 133lbs, sticking with it, and praying for a poop.