Woke up like the same old non-baby. Still 163/4 (it's hovering JUST below the line, so I can't fairly call it 164, but it's close enough to be quasi-depressing). Though, notably, pre-poo. So. I'm not going to look again until tomorrow.
Man... I even cut my toenails! Maybe it's time to get a haircut. Blow my nose. Do all the other ridiculous things I think will matter to shave off a few ounces (spitting is one, trading my feather-light glasses for contacts before I weigh in, removing as much jewelry as isn't permanently affixed... bollocks. All of it.)
Alright--I have a day of working out ahead of me. I will overcome. And possibly shower. Twice.
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