Never have I harbored so much hatred for an inanimate object. The manufacturer of my scale may say Conair but I know from whence it truly comes... the bowels of hell. There is a little demon who lives in my scale and just loves to taunt me.
My Scale - Possibly PhotoShopped
This morning's workout was not so good. Oh, I did the Lower Body exercises but I just didn't have any energy. I'm wondering if it's because I did it too late in the morning in a still fasting state. It's one thing to do a pre-breakfast workout soon after getting up. But to put off breakfast until 11:00am because you can't get to the gym until 10:00am may not be such a good idea.
I tried on the size 8 dress that now zips but doesn't quite fit. Since I can't trust that demonically possessed scale, I'm looking for other ways to measure progress. So I'll keep trying on the dress every couple of weeks. I also tried on some skirts that I could not get up past my thighs last summer. They fit perfectly! That will be nice for our vacation next month.