WOW

I've developed the habit of weighing myself constantly; totally against the advice of all those who advise us about how to lose weight. But I've become a firm believer in this: weigh yourself constantly and pick the lowest number. You'll feel better.

This week, though; I've been avoiding that white slice of truth on the bathroom floor. Instead of greeting it with excitement, I've been pretending it was part of the floor. For two weeks we have been driving to see specialists. I've missed most of my exercise classes and have been shoving food in my mouth at every available opportunity. Not a recipe for successful weight loss. Plus, I felt weighed down. So, I left well enough alone. I just wasn't ready to see the same red numbers I'd past long ago.

But this morning I decided it was time to face the music. I did my business, tossed the heavy bathrobe on the counter, stepped out of my slippers and stepped up to the plate. 201.5!!

"WOW."
"WO-OW."
"WOW!"

I was floored. I'd LOST weight. Instead of 207, 209 or even 210, like I had been expecting, the digits were in a totally different order. I had to step off and get on again to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. WOW. Not sure how this happened (soup?) but I'm grateful!