Okay, this is weird. Well, not really weird, per se, but it’s weirding me out so I think it qualifies as weird. Anyway, you know lately I’ve been saying, “oh I don’t need a scale, I’m perfectly happy with out one!” Well, we have a scale here at work (I have no idea why we have a scale here) that looks like it is about 100 years old, but my boss has been using it (he’s lost 20 pounds in 6 weeks – I hate him) and he thinks it’s fairly accurate. Out of curiosity, I stepped on the scale just because I was, well, curious. I expected it to be quite a bit higher than my last reading because I am wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a sweater, and a jacket. Yes, many many clothes. The reading was 2 POUNDS LESS than my last reading in the buff. That’s WITH all my clothes on!! So now I’m all jacked up thinking I need to go buy a scale this weekend to see just how much weight I’ve lost really, but what if I get a scale and the numbers aren’t as low as I think they might be? Then I’ll be all bummed out and sad and so maybe I won’t go get a new scale.

Can you tell that I’m thinking as I type?

I was able to put on a pair of jeans I haven’t worn in a while, but I don’t feel any lighter so it’s hard for me to believe that I have lost any weight. And no, there is no way in Hades that I am taking off my clothes here at work just to step on a scale – actually I cannot think of any reason why I would want to take off my clothes here at work. Something like that could get me fired!
So I think I will not go buy a scale because I think that what I am doing now is working for me. I’m sure the hubs will break down and buy one soon enough anyway and when he does I may or may not get on. I’ll cross that bridge later. But for today I’m doing a little happy dance – woohoo!!
Have a super fabulous weekend!!!