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WOW!!!

It was a week here, to say the least. I had a sick doggie (who picked up an e. coli infection somewhere), a flat tire while on my lunch hour one day, and a few other swerves in my lane.

God apparently took great pity on me ..... because I LOST 6.8 pounds!!! I am now down 113.2, and FINALLY below a certain number that I haven't been below since probably age 20.

And I got a fantastic call today (saved on my voice mail) from a person at WW Corporate, calling to say they'd read my entry in the "Then and Now" contest and how impressed she was. Oh my God. It may not mean I am in the running for one of the grand prizes (because she did mention that they do want me to enter again next year as I get closer to goal). I nearly cried listening to it. I couldn't believe it.

And as I mentioned at our meeting tonight, earlier this week, I'd lugged in a 15-pound bag of dog food. I was hefting it and thinking, "Dang this is heavy!!" Then I thought of how many 15-pound bags of stuff I've lost (now at 7.5 bags of dog food) and thinking how I managed with that on my body. It took me a long time to love myself no matter what the scale said --- and I still firmly believe that with all my heart --- but the thought of ever putting 15 pounds back on does not appeal at all. I want to lose even more bags.

It makes it all worthwhile.

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Seraphim9 said…
Wow, talk about perspective! It's like when I went to the cardiologist a couple of years ago. He said to me that I was carrying around the equivalent of 40 fur coats. It just really doesn't compute when you're looking at yourself in the mirror though.

Keep it up girl! You're doing awesome!

-S.G.
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