Bouncing Blubber
225. 228. 227. 226. 228. 227. Like trying to watch a ping-pong match, my body is holding onto every ounce of grease like a two-year old with a treasured toy. What a crock. Didn't binge. Didn't "sneak." Didn't do anything different. Maybe it's one of those, "I love being a woman..." type of things. I shall persevere. ("Never give up! Never surrender!")
In the past, I dealt with frustration and anger by drowning it in dreck (sugar and grease). Seems pretty silly now, when frustrated with slow weight loss, to eat? Hmmm...)

