So I've told a few of my friends lately that the numbers on the scale I hate the most end with 1 and 0. Why? Because they are the last two pounds before the big number drop. I hated seeing 240. I wanted to be in the 230s. Then I hated seeing 231, because I was so ready to be in the 220s. And so on. And today, I'm at 180. I had a goal to be in the 170s before our yearly family reunion/ AKA, Camp Meeting. We leave next Wednesday. I'm having my gall bladder removed tomorrow. I hope it weighs at least a pound! LOL!
But I'm so ready for the big number drop. I'm ready to be in the 170s again. (I was 17 the last time I saw 170) For those of you who aren't good at math, that was 12 years ago. (And good God, that math problem just made me feel really old!) Hopefully, I'll wake up in the morning and the scale will say 179. That way once they take the gallbladder out, the scale will be even more sweet to me. :)
Speaking of sweet, my scale apparently has a sense of humor. Its a digital scale. Some days I will step on it and it gives me some absurd number. Like yesterday, when it said 157. Then I stepped off, stepped back on, and it said my true weight yesterday, 180.5. It's like, "Here's a number to make you happy." And then when I step back on its like the scale is saying, "Psych! Try again next time!" Stupid scale and its mind games!
Today's Weight: 180 lbs
Total Loss: 76 lbs
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