by Amber on January 21, 2012
I got on the scale today, just as I’ve been doing every Saturday since the beginning of the New Year. And you know what? It gave me good news again.
I hesitate to say this out loud. I sure as hell don’t want to jinx it again. But I’m down 5.5 pounds.
That’s one-sixth of the way to my goal. The one that will put me right smack at my happy weight.
I think this time I can do it. I really do.
I’m not doing anything fancy. No counting points. No gym memberships. Just using this app I found called LoseIt, moving my bod, and giving myself a mental slap every time I reach for the chocolate.
It’s slow going. And hard work.
But I think know this time I can do it.
There’s a little girl who needs me to be around for another 60 years or so. And I intend to be there.
Who’s with me?
by Amber on March 28, 2010
Oh, that dang scale. Sometimes it’s my worst enemy and sometimes it’s my best friend. Right now, it’s status could best be described as “frenemy.” Its numbers aren’t dropping, but they’re not rising either. They’re just…there. Taunting me.
But you know what? I really don’t have the energy to care.
Life is kicking my butt right now. I’m still sick. I have the usual mountain of ridiculous deadlines to meet. And my house? Well, let’s just say I wish there was something called “get your shit together leave.” So, you know, you could take a few weeks off to take care of business.
But since this is the real world, no such thing is forthcoming. So instead, I continue to drag my exhausted ass from Point A to Point B, hoping not to cause any more chaos than absolutely necessary as I go.
I’m sure eventually I’ll remember what it feels like to be healthy. And rested. But until then? I don’t feel like battling the scale.
