So I journaled and paid attention to my numbers yesterday. It was hard. I don't like being hungry, even if it's not physically hungry. It's an uncomfortable and uncertain place to exist. Thanks to shedding of fluid, I'm actually down a couple of pounds this morning. I feel like I'm still out on that cliff that falls over into the gross obesity that is the genetic potential of my DNA, but I've backed away from the edge. Can I keep backing up? I have to keep mentally bringing up recent pictures of myself that tell the true story of my weight and realize just how close I still am to the edge.
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