My body hates me. Just when I was starting to feel good about losing weight and buying clothes that actually compliment my body instead of just covering it I stop losing weight. What's worse is that I made the worst mistake and weighed myself at night. It said I gained four pounds. After hyperventilating and pitching a fit Jake peeked around the corner. Seeing that it was the scale my wrath was aiming at he cautiously asked what happened. I ranted. I raved. I... pouted. I swore off all sweets, breads and pasta. I went to bed... sulking. In the morning I peed and got back on the evil scale. Apparently I had four pounds of urine in me. I hadn't lost any weight... but I hadn't gained any either. I know people hit plateaus... I tried to ready myself for it. I reacted about the same as my first major dent in my car. Pitched a fit and paid dearly to have it fixed. unfortunately throwing money at my body won't will the weight off. It WILL get some odd looks from coworkers though.