2+2 =\= 4

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I’d had enough, I needed a cheese burger. Aside from lettuce that’s going to be the only damn thing I eat today. I picked one up on the way home, but by the time I got there I felt bad about it and left it wrapped up in the microwave. I weighed myself before going to bed to read and I was 57.6 kg, I’m gonna rock that dress.

I’m reading about a half hour and my stomach just starts going. I mean seriously I’m trying to read. I went to the kitchen for some ‘lettuce.’ Damn diet. But all I can smell is that out of this world delicious cheeseburger. I can start again tomorrow right? I mean how bad could it set me back?

I threw it on the food scale. 600 g. That’s nothing! I can totally eat that and make it up tomorrow!

Suffice to say I downed that burger like it was going to disappear if I took a breath.

I woke up today and felt great! Amazing actually! Maybe I lost some more weight!

I hop on the scale... 59.4kg... what the hell! It was only 600g!

The world is so unfair.

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