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Went to my chiro Thursday for my foot. My foot was hurting in the arch a little. Turns out I have a bit of a fallen arch and ... the vertebrae in my neck were stuck causing strain on my back and shoulders. And my middle back was out of alignment. And my pelvis. I mean ... what?! So after 40 minutes of adjustments and silent conversations with my body and my skeleton, I couldn't work out. I'm hoping my weight vest isn't causing any of these problems because I'm not ready to give it up. Won't. Don't tell me to. Not gonna.

I wasn't as hungry as usual on Thursday, but I did still end up eating 1450 calories. That's because I went too long between eating and when I got home from the doc I was all famished and started grabbing things and putting them in my mouth while I was preparing something healthy to eat (left over Spanish Shrimp... that I made the day before. Yep. I made it.). But I swore to count every calorie that went in my mouth so I wrote it all down and by 6 pm, long before dinner, I had already had 715 calories. I was SURE I wasn't gonna get through the day with 1,000 calories so I set my sights on 1200 and put my head down put held my shoulders back like my chiropractor suggested strongly. Didn't make 1200 either.

By the by ... I'm fairly certain Matty has lost weight by doing nothing other than eating healthy. Or ... healthily. Is that a word? I don't know which is correct but you get my meaning. He never stepped on a scale, but I'm gonna say ... 8 pounds. That's the number I played on the weight loss roulette wheel. I didn't lose because of my stupid adrenals that I want to smack really hard and shove into a plaster wall until they start loving me more. Isn't that how you make things love you?

But Oprah made me feel better like she does most days. She had The Biggest Loser folks on that day and some of them were sharing how they have NOT kept the weight off. And ... I know it's only been a couple of years but I've kept all but 12.5 pounds off so far so I'm feeling good. Or I'm CHOOSING to feel good. What I'm NOT doing is saying, "It's only twelve pounds. That's cool." Cuz ... ten pounds is a size and now I can't wear a lot of my clothes so ... it's not cool.

I WANT TO GET FIVE OFF! Dang it. Why can't my body hear my goals and just comply? I mean ... what the h-e-double-toothpicks?