So, I completed my BLC Challenges 100%, although I was a complete slacker about my pushups and crunches. I really *want* to do them, but life seems to just keep getting in the way. This week, I'm going to give it another shot! If I want it bad enough, I'll make the time instead of making excuses!

This week I lost 1 pound. It is ridiculous, but I'm kind of disappointed in myself over it. Mostly, however, it leads me to my darn scale. My scale is a piece of junk. I bought it for like $20 several years ago at Walmart. At first it worked fine, but over the past couple of months, I've noticed that sometimes it gives me completely insane numbers. But for the most part, it was fairly consistent, even if I don't know how accurate it actually was. Well, this week I was down to 204.4 on Monday and was super excited about it! Then Tuesday I got on the scale and it said 200.2. I knew that wasn't right, so I got back on and it said 211.0! Got back on, 202. Got back on, 207. Back on, 205. Back on, 205. Back on, 205. What the heck? It stayed on 205 for Wednesday and Thursday... even if I weighed myself after eating and dressed. Hmm... so, the final straw for me was when I weighed myself Friday (205), then I went pee, weighed myself again (I don't normally weigh multiple times, just when my scale is acting up) and I was up to 206.2. Yep... I went pee and "gained" 1.2 pounds. Stupid scale. So, I ordered a new scale from Amazon. I went ahead and weighed myself on Saturday to do my weekly weigh-in and I was, yep, 205.

Now, my new scale is due to be here on Tuesday afternoon, and I am bracing myself for going up weight (please, don't let it be more than a few pounds!). I've never seen someone get a new scale and find out they weigh less than they did according to their old scale, but I have seen people find out they weigh 10 pounds more than they thought, so I'm really hoping my darn scale wasn't off by too awful much! I guess I'll know on Wednesday... I just hate the thought of being so close to Onederland and then having the scale go the wrong way!

Now it is time for my weird confession. Ordinarily, I have no interest in the Food Network. However, since I have been losing weight, I have become obsessed with it. I tell my hubby that it is my food porn. He says that watching shows about food make him want to eat, but I find that the opposite is true. It doesn't make me want to eat any of the stuff, but it kind of satisfies me without eating it. Yeah, weird. When I was 11 or 12, my older sister became anorexic. I started gaining weight when she was losing weight because she became obsessed with making things for me. I never wanted to tell her no, even if I wasn't hungry, because she got so happy watching me eat. My Food Network obsession reminds me of that, and that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I am NOT anorexic (I eat 1200-1300 calories a day, every single day), but I can't seem to shake feeling uncomfortable about it.

Please, someone tell me that this is normal and that I am not alone in spending my evenings curled up on the couch, drinking ice water and watching food porn!