Good News And Bad News

This year I only made one resolution. To get in better shape. My goal is to loose one pound every month. Nothing too difficult. After all, it's taken me almost 40 years to gain the weight, why should I expect to loose it overnight?

The good news is I've lost 5 pounds so far this year. You would think I would be celebrating. But no. There's bad news. You see, before I finally lost those 5 pounds I gained 4 pounds. So in reality I only weigh 1 pound less than I did on January 1st. Instead of being 3 pounds ahead of schedule I'm 2 pounds behind.

I'm not very worried about it. I'm obsessive and relaxed about my weight. I weigh myself first thing in the morning. I try to get rid of as much extra weight as possible first. I check my weight before I get dressed, before I load up with heavy clothes, like socks or underwear. I even comb my hair and blow my nose before I get on the scale. You would think if I was going to be this obsessive about it I would have a stroke if the scale showed I gained a couple of pounds, but I don't. I expect a certain amount of fluctuation. I just wish it would flux down more often.