Since I weighed myself and lived, I took the next big step [leap?] and actually bought a scale. Eeek!! Remarkably enough, there were a couple of good things about this. First, scales were on sale at Target. I have never priced scales before, previously sneering in derision as I passed them in the store. Of course, the laugh was on me as I got fatter and fatter.
Second, I lost three pounds!!! Yay!!!
This was a thrilling surprise. I did not have a good weekend. I went to a dinner party on Saturday where I had a massive piece of lasagna, only because I couldn’t cut it in half with the server and I was holding up the buffet line. Honest. HONEST! I could have eaten just half of it, but I didn’t want to offend my hostess.
No, that is absolutely not true. She didn’t even make it herself. The fact is it was awesome and I devoured it like a wolverine.
On Sunday morning I figured, in for a penny in for a pound (literally), so I got a scone from Panera. And ate it with butter. Yummy. Then I went to a St. Patrick’s Day party at my son’s. More food I never would have eaten if I had stuck to my plans.
So I anticipated a depressing result this morning. But instead, I am three pounds less than I was last Monday. Because I am never happy, I would have preferred it was like, 60 pounds. But even I recognize that is unreasonable.
If I hadn’t bought the scale, I would have just assumed I had blown it this weekend and would have been totally beating myself up over it. Instead, I can see that the effort I’m putting into this is paying off.
Now I just have to sustain it.