Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 23 July 2015

The relationship with my scale is quickly deteriorating. I think it's lying to me. How is it statistically possible for me to weigh 185.6 for 3 days in a row? I'm eating different things.. I worked out yesterday... that right there should have made me lose at least a quarter of a half of a pound. I'm suspicious. I think the scale is messing with me. It's not the first time it's told me 185.6. It will randomly tell me I weigh slightly less or slightly more but for the most part it likes to tell me 185.6. It's not even nice enough to say 184.6 so I could say I'm under 185. Nooooo 185.6. This morning I decided to test it and after alot of wiggling and a bribe I got little man to stand on the scale. He has a natural instinct to avoid and hate the thing. He's a smart 3 yr old. He weighs 35.6. The scale is still in the bathroom.. I didn't toss it out a window. It's life span may be shortening depending on what it says next time. Maybe this is a sign I should stop stepping on the dumb thing every morning and just putter along in an attempt to eat well and move more. Nah... I'm too neurotic.

Speaking of eating and moving. I still keep overeating slightly. I even tried tracking on here again but it wouldn't let me log my strength training exercises.. and I can't track water with a flip of my thumb on my iphone... and well.. I'm in love with tracking on myfitnesspal so I'm tracking everything there if anyone wants to check up on me. I was doing really well.. until the graham cracker binge watching octonauts because the boys wouldn't go to bed. We got another piglet who I am naming Chad and the boys both fell asleep in the truck on the way to get him so.. 11pm bedtime = graham crackers. It could have been worse. Just sayin. My goal today is to move enough that the scale says 185.5. Stupid scale.