Scale

The scale and I have not been on friendly terms lately. So, I am working hard to become at least acquaintances by Kevin and Annie's Wedding. After all, who wants to be on a beach in a swimsuit when they feel more like a beached whale than a woman. I am started working out again this week and really being careful with what I eat. The eating is far more difficult for me. I eat when I am bored and I eat when I am upset. I have a far larger stomach capacity then most people I know. I could eat and eat and eat and never get full. Bad combination. So I have been trying to be very careful. Much smaller portions of the dinners I make for Chris and very very very small meals during the rest of the day. Yogurt and Nature Valley Bar have been my friends the last few days.

The working out is much easier. Takes only a limited amount of motivation. I have to get myself psyched to get on the bike or the treadmill, but after that I am done. Don't have to coach myself beyond that like I do every time food rears its ugly head. There is a bike in my office at the church now. I hop on it right before I head home. Today I rode for four miles. I will then drive home and try to ignore the roast in the crock pot and go for a run on the treadmill and likely do at least one mile on there. Then, I can check out of exercise world for the day and read to my husband while he puts up the siding.

Now, the part that is really not fun. I know I have to build some muscle before I lose weight. So as I work out and eat very little, I watch the scale go up little by little and I get super frustrated. I might even like to break it's little glass face. But, I know that it will eventually go down after a while. I just hope the motivation of "getting started" lasts until the motivation of "results" begins. I may post some progress once I begin to see it.

By the way, my poor husband is struggling to figure out the appropriate response. I can see his brain working. If I tell her she doesn't need lose weight then I won't be supporting her and doing what's in her best interest. If I tell her I think it's good she is trying to lose weight then she will wrongly assume I don't find her attractive. Poor guy. And what's worse, I go back and forth on the reaction I want to hear, so I can't even give him a hint of what I need to hear. Oh the plight of being a newly married man. Dear sweet man.

Very soon, there will be a sickeningly sweet post of just how amazing he is and all the wonderful things he does for me. Just thought I would prep you.