A Weighty Matter

Well I did it. I finally broke down and bought a new scale. It’s so pretty. It’s glass. Kind of a smokey gray. Goes well with the bathroom floor where it will live. For now.

I haven’t been jumping on and off the scale a lot lately. The horrendous summer humidity has been so awful that I feel like a beached whale. Still down 4 sizes since Jan. 2, so I know I’m doing ok.

So here’s this new scale waiting for me. I climb on. It’s telling me I’m down 10 more lbs. than my OLD scale. This is kind of sketchy. So I take two 4 lb. dumbbells and put them on the scale. It’s right on. 8 lbs. Um. Ok. So I get on the scale again. If I stand dead center with my feet together it reads one thing. If I stand with feet slightly apart it tells me something else. And if I breathe it tells me yet something else. I need a PhD to figure out how and where to stand on the scale. This is a nightmare.

On the other hand, if it’s really true that my OLD scale was 10 lbs. off, I’m quite thrilled. Not so much at what the numbers say now, but the knowledge that I have less weight to lose to reach my goal. That works for me. Skinny jeans here I come!

As of this posting I’m down 65 lbs. (29kg) I think.

Have  great week!