Living by the Numbers

I've resisted the urge to have a scale in the house because I knew that I would become obsessed with the number. Well, I gave in to the urge yesterday and bought a scale. As expected, I've weighed myself at least half a dozen times.

I bought the scale because I was feeling heavy and I wanted to confirm my suspicions that I had gained weight. I usually weighed myself at the gym and for months the number never moved. It remained at 141.

The mind is a strange and wonderful thing. I have been running at least three times a week for more than two months but my mind was telling me that I was heavy. My clothes weren't tight or uncomfortable. But I still had this nagging feeling. So I bought the scale.

The good news is, I haven't gained weight. In fact, I lost weight. I'm not sure how much because I've been on the scale six times and the number keeps changing. If I go by the number that I saw when I woke up this morning, then I've lost about 4 pounds. If I go by the number that I saw most often than I've lost about 2.5 pounds.

Who knows?

I got up this morning and ran my 3 miles and my time was consistent with the 5k time: 35 minutes.

I'll be celebrating my 47th birthday in 4 months.

I'm going to make a list of things I want to accomplish before I hit 50. 50? OMG.