So I have these bathroom scales, but… being the nonconformist that I am, I don’t keep them in the bathroom. I keep them in my bedroom.
And a few weeks ago, I walked into said room and saw that little miss Vanna – that young, incorrigible feline whipper-snapper I introduced you to a few weeks ago – was lazing on said scales.
And she was lazing in such a way that I could read her weight: 7.5 pounds.
Whaddaya know, I thought. The scales still work!
Fact of the matter is, it had been a long, long time since I had lazed on those scales.
Fact of the matter is, the most interaction I’d had with the scales in (many) recent months was to dust off the top of them.
So… the other day, I decided to face the music.
Once I’d arisen and I’d emptied my bladder of those pounds and pounds that it had accumulated overnight, I stood on the scales.
And, frankly, I was a bit shocked that the number was not about ten pounds higher.
I then pulled out my 2012 day-runner, where I knew I’d recorded my weight when I’d last known it.
I had to go all the way back to June.
A full year.
And, whaddaya know? I’d lost a pound and a half!
Oh no, honey, I’m not telling you that! What? Give away that kind of valuable information? And for free?
Oh no, honey, if you want to know how I lost a pound-and-a-half in just one short year, you are going to have to subscribe to my Seriously Gradual Weight Loss Program manifesto.
In it, you will find some hints, such as:
*get over it and live;
*drink, too, if you like;
*just don't stuff yourself!
If I can pull that off, I’ll share more hints.
But, you know what I learned – years ago, when I lost about 50 pounds on Weight Watchers? Losing weight is actually very easy. If you want to lose weight, all you have to do is pay attention to what you’re eating. It’s just that simple.
I’ve not done much paying attention over the past year, but – given that I haven’t, I’m pretty jazzed by the loss!