Lies the scale tells us
Friday, July 26, 2013
My evil, evil roommate bought a scale, which is rather unfortunate for my mental health. Now I want to get on it, all the time. Every morning I fight the compulsion to strip nekkid after the roomie leaves and jump on the scale. This is mainly due to the fact that the scale lies. It shamelessly flatters me, by constantly going down. It is electronic, unlike the industrial type scale I use in the gym for my Sunday morning weight-ins, so it tells me a smaller weight with ounces attached to the end (I tend to round off to the highest number). Today the evil thing told me I was 171 lb with some pesky ounces. I am so hoping this will hold out until Sunday and my regularly scheduled appointment with the gym scale, because that would mean I am only 1 lb away from my monthly goal of 170 (with a week to go!), and if I get down to 169 I'll be only 20lb out of my overall goal of 149.
Now, I'm not having any major issues in the food department (thank you, God!!!!) but my workouts have been slacking the last few days. I promised myself at least an hour 6 days a week and haven't been able to do that since Tuesday. That's not to say I wasn't working out, just that I am not working out as much as I want to. Today is pretty much a wash with some prior commitments and scheduled party time- I will try to dance some of my booty off, so hopefully that will ameliorate the lack of actual working out. Well, there is always tomorrow- and tomorrow will be a run day in the morning and weights in the afternoon. Just hopefully I can wake up in time and rediscover my go-go before the clock hits 0430! Have a great Friday, Spark Friends!