Yesterday was an off day. New moon? Teen stress? Hell of a storm that was blowing in? Who knows but it brought a migraine that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Ok, maybe my absolute worse but you get the idea. Dreading weigh-in tomorrow to the point I don’t even want to attempt to get on the scale. Let’s just start with the 6-words and hope for the best to come. It’s getting to be really tiring trying to be positive.