Reality has set in.
Our scale broke during our move into this house a little over a month ago and it was glorious. It was a nice long stretch of not knowing how things were really going in the pounds department. We ate and ate and drank and drank more in total denial. I exercised a few times but nothing even close to how I used to work out in prior years due to the puppy and the home improvements.
Today a new scale arrived.
After work before dinner (we usually weigh in during the morning) we both took our turns and we’ve both lost weight but it was muscle and not fat. I lost 4 pounds on muscle in one month’s time and probably more, I’m sure it’s more like 5+ solid pounds if I would have weighed myself this morning. What does this mean? It means that all my clothing is fitting nicely, but there’s not an inch of muscle definition on this marshmallow-looking body. I’ve become one of those fat-skinny people. So of course it’s not like I want to gain weight back, but I totally need to tone this shit up. This weekend I’m going to make some time for some weights and maybe some hill running even if it’s not very far. I can just go up and down my 1/2 mile street like 4 times right? Nobody around here will think I’m like totally the weirdest neighbor on the block right?… right.
If you ever find yourself in a situation where your scale goes missing – celebrate the time, because it always ends up finding a way back home to judge you and your weaknesses. Not that you need to own a scale. I actually didn’t even own one until a couple of years ago but it’s one of those things that sort of haunts you once you get attached to it. Sort of like an alarm clock or something, it just gets into your routine and you really wish it away as much as you can but it’s always there.
In other fat person news – the season of pumpkin ice cream (one of my personal favorites) is here. Get your pumpkin lattes, ice cream, pie, soup, cake, muffins, oatmeal, whatever. You name it, you’ve got it. They will put pumpkin in just about anything, they’d probably put it in toothpaste if you asked them to. This weekend I’m going to do my best to eat something with pumpkin in it. I might even eat something with pumpkin and bacon. Take that flabby butt… take that.