I finally got on the scale today. I figured it was close enough to the end of my cycle to get on that bad puppy and get an update. Turns out, I spent the entire year... maintaining. I weighed in at 179.5. I did get lower and I did get higher, but over all, my weight stayed exactly the same. I'm ok with that. I really rather would've lost, but the truth is I just didn't do enough. Yes, I got sick. Yes, we had the holidays. Yes, we had things go on. But I could've tried harder and gotten there. Am I upset? No. Not really. I probably should be since I had wanted to reach goal this year. But I don't really see the point in getting myself all upset and angry at well, myself. I do know that I met an entirely new low of 171 at one point and that was nice. I'd really hoped to get past it and move on. I didn't. And now I'm here. And since it's better than gaining, I'm just going to keep on keeping on. :D
I don't really have much else to talk about... It's been a bit of family time and clean-up and that is really it. So, I'll just leave this here and get on about my business. Until next time!