... and won' let me quit. We pinkie-swore each other (dang) that we'd see each other over the finish line - the FINAL finish line, of reaching our goal weights. Apparently, it's going to take ME the rest of my life. But I am not quitting. The biggest victory for me has been that in the yuckiest stuff, while I may be losing the same 4 pounds forty-eight times, I haven't gained weight back. That is actually unbelievable.
So, I crashed on my bob-sled - this week has just been such a last straw in my life, on sooo many fronts. And darling Dan came over and yelled at me and made me pick it up, and now we're carrying it over the finish line.
Is that a great friend, or what?
P.S. If you haven't seen Cool Runnings, none of that makes sense. :)
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