When I had lunch with my friend Peggy this week she told me I shouldn't weigh myself on Saturday. When I asked her why she said that if it was bad news it would ruin my race.
So after thinking about it I looked over at the scale this morning. I decided to have at it.
And the result - well it's bad.
I weighed in at 126.4.
Yup. As my friend Jessie would say - "I suck at life."
I knew I have gained weight and knowing the number doesn't change that one way or the other. But the cold numbers - 7 pounds over goal? It sucks.
I haven't had a meltdown over it, though, but combining this with my injuries I feel discouraged.
Notice I said discouraged, NOT defeated. Because giving up is not an option today.
But when I race tomorrow and my time sucks, I reserve the right to be a whiny little bitch about it. A FAT whiny little bitch. 
So what now? Keep on keeping on, right? I have eaten extremely well this week and I just need to continue on the right path!
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