The Scale Moves

I've moved my scale upstairs and out of the dungeon of my son's downstairs bathroom. It will now reside upstairs where I'll see it more often.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating stepping on the scale every day, but by placing it where I will see it more often, I'll remind myself that I'm focused on losing at the moment, hopefully helping me to be more conscious of my choices.

Choices - this is the bottom line. What I choose to put in my mouth and how I choose to live (actively or sedately). I wrote a short poem entitled Choices to help me remember that I alone control the choices I make each and every day.

After relocating the scale, I stepped on for a quick check-in - it's been more than two weeks since I last weighed myself.  The scale settled at 186.0 - down 3.5 pounds - and that includes my thick socks (it's cold this morning!), yoga pants and tank top. I'm delighted as this indicates I'm losing at an optimal rate, just under 2 pounds a week, which hopefully means the weight I'm losing is FAT and not lean tissue. I'll take that and a pat on the back, too.

I'll stop here to ask how you are doing with working towards your weight (fat) loss goals? Check in - I'd love to hear from you!