I had another fill this last Tuesday. Am I @ 5cc's? I dunno. I keep asking Owens and he's a bit elusive on the matter, stating, "somewhere in there." What do I do with that? I watch the scale, I watch to see if my clothes are loosening as well as my wedding ring, watch, and bracelet. I watch to see how much food I am taking in and guess what. . .? The scale again has not changed, everything continues to get looser, and my food intake is very slightly less than the time before- so what does that mean? It means I will be getting another fill next week.
This last Tuesday, I had lost 3# in two weeks according to their scale. My scale said, "Uh, no, fat ass- you haven't lost anything but a pound! Mu ah ah ah ah ah!" and my scale continues to spew such obscenities at me on a daily basis. Owens was tickled to see me having lost weight, as was I to be honest. So I am hoping one more fill may have me where I need to be??????
I am looking forward to the day that I slow down on weighing myself daily. My husband is too- poor guy. He has to listen to me daily whine about how the scale hasn't changed but my clothes keep getting loser. What is my obsession with seeing those numbers drop? My clothes keep getting bigger- that should be enough of a testimony to my weight loss but NOOOOOO, I HAVE TO SEE IT IN THE NUMBERS! And in the meanwhile, it is driving my poor husband crazy. Every time we have this conversation he tells me, "Stop doing that! Pick one day a week to weigh yourself and don't weigh yourself any other time- your weight will change with water retention and things. So daily, your weight will change a pound or two. That doesn't mean you're not losing weight. I see that you are losing!" Can't get much more support than that, can you- yet still, I wait for the scale to concede to my desire, my DEMAND for lower numbers!
Here is the question: How long will it be before I drive my poor husband crazy with this scale obsession?
This last Tuesday, I had lost 3# in two weeks according to their scale. My scale said, "Uh, no, fat ass- you haven't lost anything but a pound! Mu ah ah ah ah ah!" and my scale continues to spew such obscenities at me on a daily basis. Owens was tickled to see me having lost weight, as was I to be honest. So I am hoping one more fill may have me where I need to be??????
I am looking forward to the day that I slow down on weighing myself daily. My husband is too- poor guy. He has to listen to me daily whine about how the scale hasn't changed but my clothes keep getting loser. What is my obsession with seeing those numbers drop? My clothes keep getting bigger- that should be enough of a testimony to my weight loss but NOOOOOO, I HAVE TO SEE IT IN THE NUMBERS! And in the meanwhile, it is driving my poor husband crazy. Every time we have this conversation he tells me, "Stop doing that! Pick one day a week to weigh yourself and don't weigh yourself any other time- your weight will change with water retention and things. So daily, your weight will change a pound or two. That doesn't mean you're not losing weight. I see that you are losing!" Can't get much more support than that, can you- yet still, I wait for the scale to concede to my desire, my DEMAND for lower numbers!
Here is the question: How long will it be before I drive my poor husband crazy with this scale obsession?
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