Not as big as last week...

...but still some loss, none-the-less.

This morning's weigh-in...149.2 pounds. Subtract the completely rational 4.4 pounds (I don't want to talk about it), and I'm down to 144.8. Yay!

I think if I started exercising in some way other than beer-league softball on Mondays (which can hardly be called exercise—let's be honest), I might do better.

See you next Thursday!

Week one down...and my weight down, too!

Well, I was really good last week. I stuck to my Weight Watchers regimen—down to the last point—and it paid off.

This morning, me and my newly painted toes climbed on the scale and voila...150.4. Subtracting the 4.4 the scale seems to be off (don't give me shit about it...I'm doing it) and I'm at 146 even. 5 pounds down from last week!

It's a beautiful scale...

Don't you think?

When I saw it at Goodwill a few months ago, I thought, "Now, that's a beautiful scale." Much nicer than the icky one we had at the time, with the depressing spinny dial.

What, you may ask does the 4.4 mean? I think it means that it is off-calibration by 4.4 pounds. 4.4 pounds too heavy, even when no one is standing on it. Ridiculous, I know, but I like the thought.

So, let's get this show on the road.

Here's the beautiful scale with me on it this morning. Thursday, June 10, 2010.

Not so beautiful anymore. And let's don't even talk about the embarrassing state of my toenail polish.

OK, so I'm going to subtract 4.4 pounds from the 155.6 pounds (don't argue with me here, just let me have this little fantasy), and that leaves me with a lifetime high of 151.2 pounds.

Ick. Time to do something about it.

Weigh-in will be every Thursday morning in my late grandfather Harold's red polyester bathrobe. It's rather lightweight, damn comfortable, and, let's put it this way: the first time I took the photos I was naked...and...well...glass has a tendency to reflect images slightly...if you get where I'm going... Harold's robe it is!

See you next Thursday...