And with that, I give you 7 pounds…

Yes, indeed, I give you 7 pounds…or more like someone gave me 7 pounds.  Sound impossible?  It does to me as well.  But, as hoped aboard the scales this morning, my eyes bulged from my head right before big tears of hate poured onto the floor.  How is this possible?

Yes, my foot still has me in physical therapy mode but I’ve cheated some and did a few odds and ends to up my activity level just to see how my foot would fair.  And, I only had one major breakdown last week when my husband brought home a milkshake and I simply couldn’t leave it to melt.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

So, up 7 pounds, I don’t know, I”m pretty disgusted and hope that very soon I can move into the EASports with a big bang instead of these little therapy sessions which apparently are strengthening my leg and ankle but doggone it, I need to give YOU 7 pounds, not the other way around.