I really want to participate, but I also write about my weight loss in my own blog, so if you don’t mind, I am going to cut and paste, and then tweak a little. 

Ever have those mornings where you wake up and you feel like a fat, ugly blob? Or you wake up and you just feel so thin and beautiful, even though your rather large pants don’t slide to your ankles? Well, I woke up feeling thin and beautiful this morning. I exercised last Sunday by walking Nikki, and I moved my treadmill so I can use it on Thursday evening. After dinner, I didn’t really have time to walk on it though because it was after 10 p.m.

When I got to Weight Watchers today, though, the scale didn’t say I magically lost 55 lbs. It said I gained. I gained 0.6 lbs. The same 0.6 lbs I lost last week. My dad is ahead. (We are having a weight loss challenge.) But I don’t know how he did this week.

So last time I wrote, I was within a pound of my first goal. Within a pound of being able to buy myself a new Vera Bradley purse. Well… in the past couple days I’ve reached my goal and maybe even a pound or so more.

But I still haven’t gone out and gotten my purse. Instead, I’ve been dealing with another “reward” instead…

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/shoppin4mycutiepies/huh.jpg

Totally unexpected. Totally unplanned. Totally not the reward I was going for. :shocked:

And all the weight I lost and then some is coming right back.

If this doesn’t prove God has a sense of humor, I don’t know what does!