For the last four years or so before I went to the doctor last month, I refused to stand on the bathroom scales. Weight, being just a number, wasnít anything I was interested in. I just wanted to feel good in my own body. Which I didnít, most of the time, but I donít know that keeping a weight log would have helped.
Then the nurse made me stand on the scale at the doctorís office, and I was horrified by the number. When I got home I stood on my own scale, and it wasnít much better but a lot less than the doctorís number. Then I forgot about it, until today, when I stood on the scale again.
It seems Iíve lost four pounds. Thatís not much, but at least itís something. Itís especially encouraging considering the fact that I havenít tried very hard to do anything about it except eat a little less and exercise a little more. I have eaten less, but not much less, and Iíve exercised more, but not much more. Result: a four-pound loss. Better than a four-pound gain, and at least a slight incentive to keep going, and maybe even try a little harder.