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Week come and week go. So when we last left I had a PT test looming. The good is I performed better on push ups and sit ups and even my run was a wee bit better.  The bad was the weight and waist measurement.

Where am I going wrong?  The last month I had been so very careful about what I ate and ran whenever i could.  My clothes were fitting better and people were telling me that i looked as if I were losing weight. So I kept up my efforts and refused to weigh.  My thoughts if my loss were only 5 pounds I would be depressed.

The morning of my PT test and I decide to step on the scale so I would have some idea of what the numbers would be when I went to test.  I almost fell over when I read the scale.  I had gained 4 pounds this month.  So 2000 cal a day and running and working out had allowed me to gain weight. I even went the month without alcohol.  Ugghh!

Some how I passed the PT test and went on a weekend of debauchery and ate and drank all I wanted,  Knowing all the while Monday would roll around and I would be on a new diet plan and excuses were not part of the program.

Its Sunday and I feel like shit!  Bad food, drinking and it has taken a toll on me.  I am not twenty anymore and it shows in more ways that I care to admit.

So, I started Monday a few hours early and hopefully I can shed a few pounds before the new year rolls around.  This time I am weighing every freaking day - no more surprises!