Friday the 13th on the scale
Tunes for Tuesday: Pure Imagination, by Fiona Apple (Chipotle's Scarecrow video)

Everybody's workin' off the weekend

Workin off the weekend
After Friday's craptastic scale reading, I've been trying to figure out what the heck happened. Seriously, I didn't do anything differently, except exercise more, and I gained 4 pounds in 10 days.

I knocked off a pound over the weekend but I'm perplexed and annoyed. Why does my body work so hard to stay at a weight it really shouldn't be?

So annoying.

I know I shouldn't focus on the scale, but dang it, I am, and I need it to go down NOW. I'm not getting to a "happy weight," I'm not losing "vanity pounds" -- these are "get me below 200" pounds.

If I were 6-foot-2 it might be a different story but I'm 5-foot-5 so I should not weigh over 200.

Am I discouraged? A little. Defeated? Heck, no. This is going to happen and happen sooner rather than later. I just have to set fire to my set-point weight.