Today I woke up starving. I truly never wake up starving but of course my head knew I couldn't eat before my WW meeting. You know what I am talking about right? When I first started going to meetings I went at 6pm and good Lord that was a long time to not eat. So I knew I could handle fasting until 9am.
I walked into the meeting pretty unsure of what the outcome would be. I worked out a lot this week and also ate a lot this week. I stepped on the scale and dun, dun ,dunn...I lost .6 of a pound. Just over a half of a damn pound. That leaves just 4.4 left until December 1st. Miracles do happen, right? Right?