Ah, the dreaded scale. I weighed myself for the first time in probably two years today- absolutely horrifying! I actually weighed 10 pounds over the estimate that I had in my head. Carl says I should have weighed myself when we first started our diet but I am so glad that I didn't. Oh well, at least I didn't get depressed. I have always hated weighing myself and usually get depressed because of it. This time, even though I weigh more than I ever had, I really took it ok. Not depressed, just kinda accepting. I guess I knew it even though I didn't know the number and I'm already making the effort to change the situation. Pants fit better so I know I have lost weight!
Of course this isn't the scale I used to weigh myself- that scale is ugly.
65, 34.
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