Other than routine, today I shall throw a pity party. The scale is not my friend. The "Scale" has joined a group of crazed cage fighters that have come together in a battle royal to kick my a!!. Unfortunately, the "Scale" (an evil scaley creature with a wicked cool costume) has the upper hand, and it is pissing me off.
I mean come on how long can "it" hold on to the championship title here. I got to find a way to hit it with a chair when its not looking. With all this training and low calorie eating I am doing I (and you as well) would expect me to be dropping weight like nobody's business. But no, the "Scale" is standing strong with chocolate, donuts, and cellulite in its corner. But, I vow over anything else that I will defeat the "Scale" once and for all in the name of all women everywhere. I will scratch its batteries out if I have to.
Ladies, I won't let you down...I will fight to the finish. Until this "Scale" gives in and gives out, I will remain in the fight and continue to close line this heifer until its down for the count. TKO baby!
High point: Feeling better about the routine of it all. Oh, I can't forget- finding an awesome photo of a scale on google....What can't you find on google?
Low Point: Not dropping a crap ton of weight this first week of the diet.
Don't forget me ladies. I refuse to bow out.
Misty "Eventually Dropping" Lowe
