I’ve been having so much fun with my little kitchen scale. I think I’m more active with the grams in my kitchen than I’ve ever been on Instagram.

I have a feeling my life-sized scale is jealous, because she’s been sabotaging me ever since the un-boxing of the new one. I weighed in at 158.2LBS just after lunch and I’m not sure if 158.2LBS was me, or me-plus-lunch, or the intentional sabotage of my life-sized scale!

😂

I should really make it a habit to weigh myself every the morning, but at the end of the day I’m doing this for myself, not to please the scale.

Every day that I’m able to make a better choices for myself, I feel satisfied. I feel satisfied like I just finished a good book, saw a meaningful and deep cinematic film, or I’m living in a day where the silver linings just keep lining up.

Today I went clothes shopping and I noticed for the first time in a long time I had a great success rate. My success rate is usally 0.00% as a petite person. Ifyouknowyouknow.

Broken scale or not, the math was math-ing today! My success rate was 0.33%, 3:9, an honest win for the diary. It was a very feel-good day for me!

Confetti please!

I went home and did a fashion show for my partner and she persuaded me to reward myself with another ratio, 2206:1600, which translates to about a 38% calorie-overage for today. Naturally, I’ll be compartmentalizing today into the win some/lose some category.

If today is a write-off, there’s always tomorrow. Treat yourself in moderation.

Signed,

Closer to my ideal weight.