Hey there ho there!
No, I didn't forget I have a blog...haven't we already been through this...I should be fired. But, alas, I AM the boss of this blog and I like me...so there.
I'm on a diet.
Don't even start. I DO need to lose a few pounds. Stop the slow creep upward on the scale. Nothing crazy. Just keeping the weight in a healthy range. Revamping the food that goes in. Making sure I'm doing my part to improve the calories burned.
You know...healthy and all that.
And I have a scale. There are really three schools of thought on the scale issue.
- Weigh every day.
- Weigh once a week/month.
- Never go near the blasted thing.
I'm an every day weigher. Always have been. It will not be changed.
My scale is possessed.
I began at my heavy weight not to be mentioned. In the first week I lost 13 pounds. I'd get on the scale every morning and think "It just cannot be this easy".
Then I thought maybe the batteries were dying. So I got new batteries. Same unbelievable loss. So I started to think "Okay, so this is good".
Then Saturday I was bad. Not like I ate a whole cake and a carton of ice cream bad. But I had more than one beer and more than one chocolate martini and the guac...oh...the guac. And the stuffed dates. And food from the grill...okay, maybe I was that bad.
Sunday morning, against my better judgement, I got on the devil scale. All 13 pounds. Back.
A little panic. Put the scale on a different part of the floor. Took the battery out and put the old one back in. Stood a different way. Left and came back later.
13 pounds. Back.
Yesterday down 2 from there.
Today...back to 13 lost.
I think the damn thing is fucking with me.