My scale makes me crazy. I've said that before, but now I'm really mad. That stupid thing hasn't moved in so long, I just want to take a hammer to it. I'm not a violent person so, I haven't done that but, it's a thought.

This past week, my husband bought me a shirt that he thought I would like. It was very nice but, it was a size large. I can't tell how long it's been since I wore that size. I'm thinking I'm at least 2X since a lot of my big shirts are 3X! (Embarrassing) I didn't want to tell him there's no way I'm going to fit into that shirt and hurt his feeling so, I just put it aside. This past Sunday he asked me about the shirt and I told him the truth, I didn't think I would fit into it. He said it wouldn't hurt to just try it on. So I did and IT FIT, a little snugly, but I got it on!

I was so shocked. I had not realized I was loosing inches even though that stupid scale was telling me I'm at a standstill. Even though my favorite jeans are practically fall off of me. The scale isn't moving. I'm so focused on the scale, I can't see what's really happening.

My conclusion is, I'm going to put the scale away and concentrate on my exercise program and measuring myself once in a while to see how it's going. I read an article on the folks at SparkPeople, Chris, Nicole, Nancy and the rest, do not keep track of their weight. They measure how they feel and the way their clothes fit. I think this will be a better way for me. Instead of getting wacko over a scale, I'm putting my heart into my plan. I really enjoy my exercise, planning my meals and everything about SparkPeople. Why should I let this one little thing drive me crazy? It's nuts and I'm not going to do it anymore.

I'm going to keep moving forward. Sometimes I have to detour a little, but always move forward.