I’ve lost another 2 pounds. I’ve now lost 95 pounds. Wow. So far I haven’t gone to the crazy place that being so close to a big three-digit number could send me. There is no doubt I am crazy. I’d love to be at a place where I could not weigh myself at all. I’m just not there. This morning I had all the standard numbers games in my head. I didn’t want to weigh myself if I couldn’t poop before lunch. I did. Yeah bowels! Then I wondered if the shoes I’m wearing are heavier than the ones I usually wear. But then I realized that I’m wearing a size smaller in pants. Does the reduced fabric volume equal out the potential extra shoe weight?
I have to remind myself that I weigh myself to make sure I’m moving in the right direction. I was worried that I had gained even though I’ve been abstinent and my body feels smaller. I was worried that it was misleading and that it was just a delayed manifestation of last month’s 4 pound lost. I’ve had that happen so many times before. I expect a big loss and instead there is nothing, or worse, a gain. So now I know that I’m on track. That should be all there is to it. Maybe some day it will be.