The Numbers Game

Soooooooo, a friend of mine decided to place a friendly wager on who can lose the most weight after 4 months. Nothing like a little friendly competition to really shake things up. Step one was going to her house for our official weigh-in. Here's where the drama begins. HER FREAKIN' SCALE weighed me as 5lbs heavier then the scale in my bathroom. Need I say more? I FREAKED OUT....Even though I know certainly that each scale is calibrated differently, and when you get weighed you should always get weighed on the same scale with the same conditions available (i.e. same time of day, after or before lunch, after or before 10 glasses of water, etc...)...Even yet and still, I could not wrap my brain around the fact that her shitty, shitty, shitty, horrible scale said I was 5lbs heavier.

For the last few weeks, I've been on this restricted calorie diet. 3 square meals a day. Accompanying salads, with a teaspoon or 2 of extra virgin olive oil for taste. On good days, I'll remember to grab my tangerines in the morning for a mid-meal snack. And for all this effort, the scale flips me the bird??? Oh lord...so unacceptable. It is unbelievable hard to bounce back from that. AS IS I am already looking for any excuse to throw in the towel.

What I really need to do is stay away from the scale for a month. At my last J.C. weigh-in, I asked not to be weighed. I didn't want to get deterred from starting the program over if the scale reflected a weight gain while I was dealing with life's little hiccups. All I knew is I was ready to start over again, and that vicious number had all the power in the world to knock me right down.

On that note, I am going to go check on my J.C. Lasagna, my salad getting crispy cold in the fridge, and bubbly diet coke waiting for me to wash it all down with. Tomorrow is another weigh-in day, although I have yet to decide if I actually want to get "weighed-in" on.