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I feel like I'm shrinking at such a rapid pace.  It's almost scary.  I weighed myself this week at a hundred fifty-one pounds.  Three pounds down from last week.  And to top it off, I'm feeling a little more bloated than usual.  I think I'm holding too much water.  This is probably due to the Habenero sauce I've been sprinkling on my chicken and rice.

I think my bodyfat is in the eight point something range now.  I have to get that measured again next week.  It's hard to believe though, although I'm feeling pretty good, I cannot help but think that a lot of hard-earned work is disappearing before my very eyes.

I am transforming back to my former skinny self.  This is something that I do not want to happen.  People at the gym are noting that I'm not.  They say I'm looking hard. They say I'm coming in nicely.  “Look at the cuts in the legs.  Look at the abs, they're coming in nicely,” they say.   I need those affirmations right now.

Right now, I'm looking into the mirror and all I can see is that skinny one hundred twenty-pound weakling forging forth again.  I thought that I have covered him with enough armors in the passed few years.  I have pumped myself up to a mere one hundred seventy pounds just to hide him.  Unfortunately, the last couple of years, I let myself go a little.  But, now, I am coming back.  And, better.  I have to remind myself of that.
 
 
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