Three weeks of rising at 4 AM to work out, and not just a wimpy workout.
Three weeks of striving to eat clean and making some big changes to my meals.
Three weeks of mentally encouraging myself, and having a positive attitude.
All cancelled out by one day.
One day of being degraded by another person working out.
One day of disappointing the leader.
One day with a cruddy weigh-in.
One pound lost.
All positivity out the window.
Nothing says failure like failure. Apparently it should be my middle name.
Anne Failure Jones
Sad to say, but today it fits.
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