Scale confessions

I have to confess. I have not had the courage to get on the scale, since my beloved sister and best friend died.

I had taken a "Spark Break" for 4 1/2 months last year and gained 3 1/2 pounds. So on January 1st I jumped back in with excitement.

Jules was cheering me on as I walked (or danced) around her bedroom (or hospital room). She said it made her happy. I had cleaned up my eating, so I was back on the program and putting in longer, harder workouts (1 1/2 - 2 hours: 4 - 5 miles a day).

I hopped on the scale that first week with anticipation. I GAINED a pound! So I worked harder the next week. I gained another pound! I took measurements, to see if I had lost inches - no change. I gained 10 pounds in January!

Then, when she died, I couldn't face the disappointment of the scale, too. I just ignored that horrible monster. For the entire month of February I kept it in the closet.

This morning I girded my loins, pulled that thing out and bravely stepped up. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I was back to my January 1 weight!

Celebrating 18 pounds lost in nearly a year. I'm up to 6 - 7 1/2 miles a day, now. The fight goes on.