Oh angst-inspiring square piece of glass,
You tell me how much fat I've acquired on my ass.
Into storage you have gone for the entire month,
I don't know what I weigh. Harrumph.
I miss knowing the daily changes in my weight
That make me feel not so good, or great!
Without that scale I do not know
How much I added with that Ho-Ho.
So thank you, Dear Scale, for all that you do,
Including seeing how much I lose when I poo.
Helloooooooo again, at long last, McFatties! I have been quite busy, uprooting my home, packing, moving, starting a new job, etc. Things are in a bit of upheaval in the Meier household, and most of our worldly possessions are in temporary storage. Including my Dear Scale. Part of me wants to buy a new one, but the other part says eff it. It'll only be another three weeks or so and it's not worth the $$. It is, though, funny how much weighing yourself nearly-daily keeps you actually caring what the number is.
I'm doing alright right now, I guess. I've been a LOT more active since I moved, taking a swim class once a week, and walking with the crazy puppy a lot more (note: she's still insecure). Taking my pills.
Unfortunately, there's been a LOT of eating out recently, and I mean a LOT. Plus, I can neither confirm nor deny my presence at a beer tasting festival this last weekend.
So.... for my goal? I'm sure I'll fall short, but I don't think by much. I'll let 'ya know when My Scale comes home....
...and then go on a crash diet to not look like a FAILURE for the next 24 days.
Today I weigh: Who knows? (net loss xx lbs)
Today my BMI is: Mmmmm kay
Goal: 165 lbs (wedding weight!!!!)
Goal BMI: 25.5
By When? April 24th