My weight has been stagnant since before the holidays.  While that was comforting for awhile, as my eating during the Christmas season was slightly less than pristine, the same numbers showing up on the scale got a little old.  I had been getting some exercise since.  Hopping in and out of the gym had been my New Year routine, so, in order to jolt my system, I joined Jay's Bootcamp. 

For the last three weeks, I've been getting up at dark-thirty to drive 30 minutes, be barked at for an hour, only to return home and start my REAL day.  Oh the joy :|

I deliberately hadn't checked the scale because I was saving up my excitement - you know...so I could see a BIG change in numbers in between weigh ins.  I'd been working so hard during that Boot Camp....

I'd made an agreement with myself that I would not darken the doorsteps of Starbucks again until I was within five pounds of my goal.

Last weekend, I hopped on the scale.  I made a special trip to do it too.  I got up on a Saturday morning, left the kids sleeping, put on my "weigh-in" clothes, and drove to the gym - yes... just to weigh in.  I wish you could have been there.  My bottom lip added an extra 2 lbs to the scale when it dropped and hit near my feet in utter amazement.  After two grueling weeks of working out and eating a little better than normal, I had GAINED 3 lbs.  Can I just stop for a second and spell D-E-J-E-C-T-E-D??!?!!?

I got off the scale, left the gym, and stopped at Donutlicious to celebrate my victory.
 

I worked out this past week half heartedly.  I did the work but without the heart.  My thought life was ridden with fears of not ever being able to lose weight again because I was nearing 35 and I've heard that somewhere in the 30-35 age bracket losing weight becomes a laughing matter.  I began to believe that I was permanently frozen at 1__ (it's higher than you think), and that I should go ahead and have the number tatooed on my forehead.

So this week I bought a scale.  Actually I bought two.  One basic scale and one with bells and whistles (body fat, hydration percentage, weight change, etc).  I dunno.  Maybe the disaster of driving to the gym to weigh made me decide that I could serve up drastic disappointment at home and save gas.  I left both of them in the box for a week.

I took the plain Jane one out of it's box and stepped on it to weigh.   81.5 lbs is what the scale told me.  OH GREAT!  Now I have a broken scale.  I opened up and tried the fancy scale....82.5.  Two broken scales?  OK...maybe it's me.  I called the maker of the plain scale and sat on hold for 15 minutes to be told that I can't weigh on carpet :|

I knew that...UGH...

So to the tile we go.  I stepped on and weighed.  I stared at the wall in front of me thinking that it was pointless to look down at the numbers.  I finally got up enough guts to look down....and.....I'd gone down five pounds from the previous week and two pounds from my stable weight.  What does this mean?  I'm within FIVE POUNDS of my short-term weight loss goal.!!!

I CAN FINALLY CHANGE MY TICKER!

Now the only question remaining is...DO I DARKEN THE DOORS OF STARBUCKS TO CELEBRATE? 

Hmmmm...the jury is still out on that one :)

Oh...and the fancy scale is going back.  I decided I can only handle one set of numbers right now.  I'm obsessed enough as it is.  Body fat, hydration, and weight change might just send me over the top.

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