So as I stated previously, about 2-3 weeks ago I begin a diet and workout regimen in an attempt to take myself down to what I feel was a great weight for me, 140 pounds! I stepped on the scale Sunday morning and to my surprise I was down 10 pounds! Joy, excitement, Happiness all could have been used to describe the way I was feeling. Hubby even said I was looking slimmer and he could tell. I was feeling good and proud to say the least. It made me feel that my goal of getting this weight of was actually achievable.
Fast forward about an hour, hubby enters living room area and says “Babe, did you check the scale before you got on?” Me: “Yes, I actually had to turn the dial back to 0 because it was on 5 pounds with nothing on it.” Hubby: “Oh…because I went to weigh myself and it was 7 pounds negative”. At this point I am freaking out because this is possibly the worst news I have had this year. We continue to exchange and he is firm about it being 7 pounds in the red. I refuse to weigh myself again! I absolutely refuse! I will live with my happy thoughts of 10 pounds down for…….only about 10 minutes. The scale was calling my name and I had to go and answer. I weighed myself again and of course I was not an exact 10 pounds down. I was only down 8 pounds, and now I am excited but not nearly as much as I was for the 10.
Will I continue to press on, ABSOLUTELY! 10 pounds will be gone before I know it.
Still trying to maneuver!
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