...Like Forrest Gump?

Tonights walk consisted of me, my brother, my dad and our doggy, Dakota. My dad is actually walking with me more then my brother is. If you look back at the road trip pictures, my dad isnt a big guy. He is 6'1, 208 pounds. But, he'd like to be in better shape and shave off some of his belly. So he has decided to walk with me too. He said tonight, as we were walking "You're like Forrest Gump..." I look at him, a little lost at what that is supposed to mean. "Youre gonna have to explain that." "You started walking one day. You've amassed me and your brother, sometimes Christina(my BFF) Soon you'll have a hoard of people following you."

I made a joke about being surprised that he didnt say I was slightly mentally ill and a single parent, which we all giggled at. But inside, it made me feel really good. My dad has been a huge cheerleader for me when its come to my weight loss; he notices and tells me I look great when I lose weight. To think that I am an inspiration to anyone is weird. To think that I am an inspiration to my family is weird x100.

Foodwise, I havent been super great this week. But Ive been walking and drinking up a storm(water wise) Im hoping to see a drop on the scale...I forgot to weigh myself on Monday(I was all mixed up cuz of the weekend) And weighed myself tuesday. I gained 4 pounds?!? I honestly think my parents scale is broken. No way did I gain 4.


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