Scaling It

I actually stepped on a scale this weekend. In the warmer weather, I'm actually quite obsessive about weighing myself, but once the Fall and Winter hit, I only do so sporadically.

That's because I like to get on the scale first thing in the morning, buck naked. I've noticed that my weight can fluctuate throughout the day, and depending on what I wear, so the only way to really gauge any weight loss/gain, is to step on the scale, first thing in the morning, naked.

Doing this is easy in the Spring and Summer when it's not to cold. But this time of year, the only time I'm ever naked is for that split second between getting undressed and stepping into a nice, hot, steamy shower, and then for that split second between getting out of the shower, quickly toweling off and throwing clothes back on again.

But, I managed to fit in a weigh in this weekend, and I wasn't thrilled. I wasn't distressed either, but I had hoped that I had worked off more of the three pounds I put on during the holidays. I did lose one pound, but despite all my extra exercise and watching what I eat, I still have two more to go.

Yep, losing weight after 45 is a bitch.