Grrr...

I hate the scales. I have some fancy-schmancy ones that have a digital readout. They're accurate scales. That being said, I hate them.

I'll just lay it all out there...

I weigh every morning. Usually it's a good moment. Sometimes it's an ok moment, and only occasionally is it a bad moment. Last week I went from 205.0 on one morning to 203.9 the next. I totally skipped 204. That was an AWESOME morning! It was the best scales moment I think I've had in a loooong time.

I know (because I weigh every morning) that weight fluctuates from day to day. Even within the day. I know I'm at my lowest in the morning. So yesterday I was at 204. Even though I skipped it Tuesday, I've revisited it a couple of times since then. No big deal. It's still on my way down. This time last year I was at 224. But this morning it was at 205.7. Not something I wanted to see.

So I'm irritated. Today is my official "weight log in" day for Weight Watchers online. I don't like that weight. Why couldn't it have been one of those 204 days? Last Monday I was at 205.9. I think I'll postpone my log in until I like the number better. I'll give myself until Wednesday to beat 205.7. I want at most 204.x. The goal I'm shooting for is 198 (my 10% goal) by August 31. I know I can get there, I was just making better progress last week.

I blame Papa Murphy's pizza. We had it for lunch yesterday and I had enough for lunch and dinner. Literally. Used all my points on the pizza and my extra points on the cinnamon wheel we got for dessert. So I guess I shouldn't get mad at my fancy-pants scale and complain about 205.7. It could be 207.5. That would have been awful.

So now that I've told you how much I weigh, I think I feel better. I won't think about the fact that you know exactly how fat I am and just pretend that I feel liberated because it isn't a secret. Because my plan was to do a "before and after" thing when I get to my goal weight anyway - so what's the big deal about letting you know "during".... Truly, though - I don't think I care that you know. Maybe it will inspire others, both the 205.7 and not, to do better.

I think I'm going to jump rope today. That will make me feel better. Or I can walk to the post office and then to Caleb's school. Today they post class lists at 4:30. I could make Caleb either ride his bike or walk to school and I could push the girls in the stroller. Either one. Or both.

I'm going to scoot now and get another cuppa.

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OH! Before I forget! Another "from the mouth of Audrey" moment:

Yesterday I stayed with her in her new Sunday School class at church for a little while to help her adjust. The kids were sitting and eating their snacks, talking about their pets. One little boy mentioned that his grandmother has a dog. After a few moments, Audrey decides to share about her grandparents' pet. I was expecting her to say something about Nana & dc's dogs, Sparky and Gail, but this is what she said:

"My Grammie has a pet. It's a dog and it's a hyena."

It's a chihuahua.