So have I ever told you all about my archaic scale in our rental house-it is actually built into the bathroom wall, and I'm sure has been around as long as the house-the 1950s...
A few weeks back I got sick of not knowing exactly what I weight. Why I thought a 50+ year old scale would ever be accurate, I have no idea. Nevertheless, I noticed that my crappy old scale was pretty close to matching what would appear each Saturday on the fancy Medifast digital scale.
You all know I, against my better judgement, started P90X this week. To say I am in a constant state of soreness is an understatement. Trying to sit down on the toilet has never been such a monumental task! Oh to have a penis and pee standing. You have no idea.
Regardless I like the changes I am seeing in my body this week. I feel stronger, more compact, even if I feel like I have no control over my legs and am walking like a thorny stick is embedded in my colon. Who cares?!?! Beauty is not supposed to be painfree, right? HA!
But one thing that was worrying me, even though I still did three days of elliptical in addition to my P90X workouts, is the scale. Especially since my dinosaur of a scale kept saying that I had not lost a pound. Seriously??? All that pain for no loss? Ugh. So this whole week I have been DREADING the weigh in.
And when the time came, I thought skinny thoughts, and what do you know? I lost two pounds in spite of my strength training regimen. My counselor said 'your not doing weights are you?' and I said innocently 'oh, no'. And I really don't do too much with the free weights, so I think I'll continue it that way. IN addition to that, my BMI is down to 30.8-sooooo close to the 20's! Yipee!
Needless to say, there was no bitching by me about my 'meager' loss this week-I was definitely happy. Hope your week is freaking fantastic, too!!!