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That stubborn red number on my bathroom scale hadn't budged in 17 days. Seventeen mornings of hopeful steps onto cold metal, seventeen evenings of pushing away dessert while my family indulged. My reflection showed tighter muscles yet the digital judge refused to acknowledge my effort. The familiar panic started bubbling - maybe I needed to slash calories again, maybe double cardio sessions. Then Fittr Health & Fitness Coach pinged with my weekly body composition analysis, revealing what my scal

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