so another week, another weigh in, another pound. another. one. pound.

i am going to take it, i am going to be happy with it. i lied. i’m frustrated with it, happy, no, but accepting of it. yes. yes, one little pound, i love you and accept you as you depart your way from my body.

i was really figuring that this was the week i dropped nothing, or worst of the worst, gain one. i’m due to start my fucking period in the next 2 days, and LADIES, we all know how that lil gem of life affects our weight fluctuation. i really hate how one stupid little event can cause so much ruckus in our lives! our iron levels go crazy, our blood flow to the brain is out of control, we feel like shit, chocolate, potato chips, everyone has something…..and men seem to think that a bottle of pamprin is somehow going to make them less annoying….like magic. there are some jeans that can’t be worn five days a month, and every woman who deals with this has that special section of her underwear drawer. ugh. working out sucks hard core when you feel like shit. the ONE good thing, is that after a work out, the cramps usually, by some miracle, seem to feel better, as much as we hate to admit it. well, at least most if not all of the ladies in the challenge have to go through the same thing.

speaking of the group…last week as a whole the 22 ladies lost 39.5 pounds, for a 3 week total of 177.9 pounds! wow! there are some ladies in that group that are seriously kicking it!

it was actually a pretty hard day for me. i saw my surgeon, the one who put my leg back together after my car accident. a year and a half has passed, and it was decided that i have reached my maximum point of healing. meaning the limitations that i do have, i am going to have. that i have reached the point where i need to start accepting the limitations that i have and move forward with my life dealing with them. i knew that this point was coming. i had a real hard time sleeping last night, just thinking about what he was going to say. i know that in reality i am so lucky. luck is not even the word for it. i am blessed, through and through. but sometimes it’s so hard to see that. it’s really defeating to have it all laid out on paper for me that i will never be able to return to the job that i had. i know that in a few weeks i will see this as the great opportunity that my brain knows it is, but at the moment, i am heart broken.

always moving forward…