Happy Birthday Dad!
I succeeded in staying off the scales until this morning. I was more than a bit anxious as I awoke early and stepped on the scales.
Knowing that I could be proud of my eating choices, and the amount of exercise; I also knew that last week there was some question about the accuracy of the scales.
So, when I stepped on the scales and it showed a modest gain, I was not devastated. Instead, I saw that before the actual (official) weigh-in, I can foresee at the least being back where the scales told me I was last week. It is even possible that I will loose a pound or two.
Oh, before I forget, I weighted in at 240.4, a 'gain' of 1.8 pounds over last week.
While the scale doesn't make me cry, I certainly don't look forward to getting on them. Even with increased travel and very long days, I am confident that I can meet my goal to loose two (2) pounds a week. When I do, that will mean I see an overall (two-week) loss--however modest.
Today would be my father's 74th birthday. Happy Birthday, I love you and miss you!
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