...but curiosity got the best of me. I had two more friends tell me that I looked like I had lost some weight, so I was curious enough to see what that meant.
You should have heard the conversation in my head before I stepped on.
You know if this is high, it doesn't matter, right?
Yeah, yeah...I know.
No, SERIOUSLY. You know that you are fit and that you dropped a dress size. Understand that whatever this thing says won't change that.
I know...I know! I think.
NO I THINK!
Okay, okay....I know. I really know.
So I got on the scale, with much the same curiosity that led me to step on the scale when I was in labor with Bean. Just to see. Just to see where the highest ever in my life would be.
Today? I saw the lowest since about 11th grade.
62 pounds down from Bean.
Gotta admit, that felt good. I believe the strength work is helping a lot, and of course, I can always get fitter. But given what we've got going on around here, I'm quite happy tonight.
Now, QUICK! Where's my ice cream? And those Reese's trees?
Come on...just ONE...