DUN, DUN, DUNNNNNNNNNNNN!
The dreaded number that appeared today is 166.1. The clever ones will note that the number displayed is a couple of pounds up from where I was a few weeks ago before Duracell did me wrong.
I am perfectly happy to see that number (although, my scale was acting really funky this morning and showed 148.1 at one point, but I knew it was just being a frickin tease so I tried again). The period of adjustment from my couch back to the working world was rough at first, but I’m managing now.
But you don’t really want to read that. I know you’re here to see what the scale showed me last week that I was so reluctant to post.
Well, here it is. I think I did pretty well considering I had a big fancy dinner on Saturday night and did go slightly over my points. Oh, and pardon the blur but I think you can appreciate that I didn’t want a perfect picture of this…
Yup! That’s right! 170 last week. Looking back, I wasn’t that out of control to warrant such a number, but since I wasn’t tracking for two weeks, I guess it’s possible.
All that I know now is that I am on track, planning, journaling and making good choices. Things are bound to go my way if I choose.
And I will choose wisely!