Tuesday, May 21, 2013
My scale has had me holding at 190 for weeks and weeks. What I eat or number of trips to the fitness center don’t seem to make a big difference. I check the poundage daily. Sometime over indulgence and laziness pushes me up to 192 on Wed, but by Fri I am back to holding. I know the scale works because it started out at my all-time high and retirement wt of about 215, and did s-l-o-w-l-y, very slowly come down from there to settle at 190. My plan was not for it to settle at 190 for—e-v-e-r. Jeeze.
So, I bought a new, digital scale for a place I’ll be visiting regularly during the summer. At first the light-weight, digital scale was temperamental, but it finally figured out how to move from a blank screen to 888.88, which I hoped was not my weight, to 0.00. After traveling to Northern IN all my life, I discovered that there is a much greater gravitational push up there compared to Central IN. I jumped on my new scale and jumped right off. Holy Shamoly. I think it said something like 198.2. Who on earth needs a scale that weighs you 8.2 lbs more than you really weigh. I moved it behind a door. The screen was again blank. Better blank than 888.88 or 198.2. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, so I fooled around with it until it registered the increased gravitational pressure and thought some of those very expressive symbols #@%$&+##$@.
That was Thurs night. By the time I left on Mon (yesterday) morning, the gravitational push was relaxing a bit and the scale was reading 192.6. This morning I donned my “consistency” clothes and shoes and jumped on my scale that sets the standard. The low side of the 190 has mark. Hey-hey. Back on track. Hard to tell if it is the Northern Pacific RR track or the Southern Pacific RR track or any of the multitude of RR tracks between. But, Friday is weigh-in day and even if I’m not in this challenge I will weigh in on the standard setting scale. Maybe it will move south of the 190 mark this week.