This morning after I stepped onto the scale, I made my husband look at the results. It was a new low and showed I had lost more than a pound since yesterday.
He predicted pictures of the scale would be on my blog before the day is over. Well, I couldn’t make him be right about that, so there are no scale pictures. 
Instead, I give you my ticker. Look at that ticker — my banana is completely past the rollercoaster. It is not touching a single thing on the rollercoaster. I remember when it seemed like I would never even make it to the coaster.
My ticker shows I have 47.8 pounds to go, but I am really looking forward to a normal BMI, which will happen at 161 pounds. That is just 26 pounds away. I had to double check my math. I was right. That doesn’t seem very far away.
There are days that I hate my scale, but these last few days I am back to loving it. I haven’t taken measurements lately, so I should do that as well.
This morning I was not expecting a loss. Before I even stepped onto the scale, I was resigned to the fact that it would probably show something in the 190s again. That my flirtation with the 180s was just a brief affair. So to step onto the scale and see not just a number in the 180s but more than a pound lost was thrilling. I had to tell everyone in my family.
On Tuesday, my doctor mentioned that I needed to up my fluid intake because I won’t burn calories if I don’t have enough fluid in my system. I told my husband that, and he was like “Well, duh! Who has been telling you that for years?” In fairness, he has been telling me that for years. I need to drink more fluids, specifically water. And so I think I will listen to hubby more often. He seems to have good ideas. He married me after all.
