A CLEAN SLATE

 

 

ONE STEP AT A TIME

My weight is stubbornly remaining exactly the same.

So I am trying to walk just a little bit further every day.

And although I look somewhat ridiculous, I am trying to ride my bike.

Yeah, I think I do look like that.

THERE ARE THREE KINDS OF LIES

I blame my lack of posts for the past several weeks on the outrageous and flirtatious behavior of my scale.

It is one of those serious, large-digital ones that simply states what your mass at normal Earth gravity is. No ifs, no buts, nothing to misread or not understand (completely random side bar here - have you seen that commercial for a pregnancy test that states 30% of women MISREAD their results? Are there really a third of our gender who are that STUPID? It says you are pregnant or you aren't - how can you misread it?!?!).

But then my scale tries either to tempt me beyond my ability to resist or simply feels I need some additional encouragement.


Monday, it insisted that I had lost eight pounds.


And it insisted this REPEATEDLY - numbers not changing or blinking or even winking at me.


Eight pounds! WOW! This is GREAT.


It lied.


Or I gained eight pounds back in six hours - because six hours later, it went back to clinical detachment and stated, no, it wasn't true, you were right back where you were last week... and the week before.


And it probably doesn't help that this news sent me reeling straight to my hidden chocolate stash.

PUBLIC OPINION OR LACK THEREOF

Just one little follow-up blog following my rather extreme hair-cut:

Almost everyone I know politely ignores it, and says nothing.

And almost every teenager I know immediately says, "Cool, Sister Wiltfong! I LOVE your hair!"

HIRSUTISM NO MORE

How much do you think hair weighs?

Because I got a LOT chopped off this afternoon.

I can only remember one other time I've had it quite this short - right after I woke up from a coma (I guess when your body has nothing else to do, it spends a lot of energy growing hair and fingernails).

Don't get me wrong - I really like it, and it is SUPER easy to spike and just let go.

But looking at the floor of my hair stylist's floor, I would guess a good 8 lbs. was there.

New weight loss tool?

208!!

Does anyone else remember way back in the 60's, seems like when I was in fifth or sixth grade, when the plan was to officially convert the U.S. measuring system to metric by 1990?

It got voted on, and approved, and got some publicity... and then simply disappeared and never happened.

So we are just about the only nation in the world who does not use metric.

And sometimes, things just sound better in metric.

37 degrees C. sounds a lot better than 100 F. -- driving at 88 kph compared to our standard 55 mph. - somehow a 10K race is more of an accomplishment than 6.2 miles.

And since I have somehow overcome my latest little plateau, I like putting that I have lost a total of 208 oz. so far - or 5.90 kg - 5,89607 grams - and 0.001 tons.

Ugh - shouldn't have put that last one because now I feel HUGE.

But it's loss, and right now we like that!

FAST OR SLOW?

My dad would have one day every month where he would do nothing but drink juice - to clean out his system, he said.

Our church defines fasting as "to go without food and drink voluntarily for a certain period of time. Fasting combined with sincere prayer can strengthen us spiritually, bring us closer to God, and help us prepare ourselves and others to receive His blessings. "

And on the first Sunday of the month, we fast as a church and donate the money we would have spent on the missed meals to help those in need.

The older I get, the looser my definition of a fast has become.  Used to be two meals... then one... then I would give up something specifically (usually chocolate, which to me is a true sacrifice).

I can blame it on getting older - being on more meds - low blood sugar - sheer weakness.... yeah, mainly that last one.

So today I was pretty impressed that I actually kept (most) of a real, honest-to-goodness fast. And this evening I have NOT gone hog-wild making up for the skipped food by goobling down loads of junk.

At least as of 10:27 p.m.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.