I haven’t set foot on a scale in over a month. It’s not like I’m obsessed with my weight, but I’ve got a couple of health concerns (not issues or problems, just concerns that might crop up in the future) that are aggravated by weight, and I have been trying hard to keep my weight stable through the frustrating 40’s and 50’s where the female body TRIES to put the pounds on.
Some weeks are better than others.
I had gotten into the practice of weighing myself every morning, but the scale didn’t get packed with the summer stuff, and I thought it would be a great time to free myself from the daily “how did I do yesterday” routine.
Yesterday I got on a set of scales, because, jeez, if you let it get out of control, it’s really hard to win back those pounds, and I don’t like to work that hard. The verdict? I neither gained nor lost a pound in the month where I was not weighing myself every day. Phew.
Now if only I could inch it the other way and just lose a few . . . more . . . pounds. Laugh