251.1 pounds, + 7.6 pounds since my last weigh-in, - 81.9 pounds overall, 18.1 pounds from my goal of losing 100 pounds.
This morning I stepped on the scale for the first time in more than a week. I had been out of town, eating with abandon and enjoying every meal. The number staring back at me was painful to see. I gained 7.6 pounds.
As much as that stung, I honestly expected it to be worse. Still, realizing how much I gained was difficult. But it was also necessary. Facing the truth is the only way to make real change.
In some ways, this feels like that old saying about how admitting you have a problem is half the battle. I didn’t want to admit this setback, but ignoring it would only make things worse. If I’m going to set things right, I have to be honest about where I am right now.
Today is the day I begin again. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again. Progress starts with facing reality, taking responsibility, and choosing to move forward.
The scale doesn’t define me. My choices from here on out do.

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