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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, wasn’t anything I was interested in. I just wanted to feel good in my own body. Which I didn’t, most of the time, but I don’t know that keeping a weight log would have helped.
Then the nurse made me stand on the scale at the doctor’s office, and I was horrified by the number. When I got home I stood on my own scale, and it wasn’t much better but a lot less than the doctor’s number. Then I forgot about it, until today, when I stood on the scale again.
It seems I’ve lost four pounds. That’s not much, but at least it’s something. It’s especially encouraging considering the fact that I haven’t 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 I’ve 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. |
