I was predictably losing one or two pounds per week. Every five days, I counted on a change in my weight. Then it stopped.

Eleven days ago, I hit 134. I was very pleased with myself. I felt invincible. I could finally see my weight loss as being easy. I was prepared to get through this with very little struggle. The worst was over.

Fast forward to eleven days later...and the scale hasn't moved. In fact, for the last five days or so, my mood has been terrible. I feel like I'm barely hanging on. I lack motivation. I have eaten outside of my range two days in a row, because I am STARVING. It's hunger, not cravings. It's as if my body has simply grown tired of this journey. It's exhausted. It wants a break. My muscles feel limp. I can tell I'm getting bloated. The whole thing is terribly demoralizing.

Now, I could have given up...very easily. I WANTED to give up. It's like I hit a wall and I did NOT want to break that wall down.

But this morning I woke up and REFUSED to give up. I have not come this far to give up. I'm going to have to struggle? Of COURSE I am! Everyone here struggles! That's what we do! We struggle together to reach our goals! That struggle makes us stronger!

Keep going Sparkers! Break down those walls! Show everyone how strong you are!