This week has been full of frustrations. Going on almost no sleep due to a teething baby, feeling like my belly flab will never go away, and missing a workout with Paul because of a snow storm did not help. Imagine my surprise when I got the good news.I woke up at 6am today for my Saturday morning workout. Since my lovely, wonderful, sweet, beautiful son got up every two hours the night before, you can imagine I was feeling less than chipper. As per my usual Saturday morning routine, I groggily stepped on my bathroom scale so I could report back to Paul what my progress was. I rubbed my eyes and looked down at the number staring back at me. 159.9. Yes, that's right – 159.9. Not 160, 159.9. You are probably thinking, that's only 1/10th of a pound difference, what's the big deal? Why don't you just round up? Well let me tell you, it is a very big deal.
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