162.8#. I actually got on the scale four times this morning to confirm my weight. I knew I had put some on, knew I felt (for lack of a better word) plusher, but I didn't know that it was actually 10#. Technically, almost 25# in 2 years, although some of that was weight loss due to stress after my ex-girlfriend and I broke up.
I was shocked. But, oddly, I didn't feel like crying. I have a plan. I have drive. I'm ready to change my lifestyle. I'm actually kind of excited to eat a banana for breakfast.
Let's do this thing.
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