Scales of Injustice

If you have been following my C25k progress, or if you saw my Facebook post early last week, you probably saw that I thought I had lost 16.8 pounds since starting the running program.   THOUGHT.


Unfortunately, when I went to weigh myself this morning, I discovered a major malfunction with our scale.  It said I weighed 287 pounds.  I stepped off, and stepped back on. 68 pounds.  What the heck?


So I swapped out the batteries, grabbed an unopened sack of rice flour and tried again. 5.2 pounds. Now we're getting somewhere.


Except that when I stepped up, I hadn't lost nearly as much as I thought, only about 10.7 pounds. Instead of  feeling let down, I reminded myself that 10.7 pounds is nothing to shake a stick at, a point driven home much faster as I hefted the 5 pound sack of flour back into the cupboard. Wow, two sacks of flour lighter than when I started.


I am proud of that small accomplishment, and remain motivated.  Maybe even more so now.


I guess that is what I get for being prideful.