Did I ever mention that I hate that thing you step on and wait for a number?

I HATE SCALES!

So I've been exercising for 5 weeks without fail. Sometimes walking 5 miles a day, other times riding my bike for 10 miles. Each day I strip down, tip-toe my way onto that scale waiting for my prize. URGH!!!! I gained?

So the Dr. and everyother human being has reminded me that muscle weighs more than fat...How much more? Jeeze, I must be solid muscle by now and the fat should be dripping off me. Patience, patience... I'M NOT Patient!

Ok, so tomorrow when I get on that scale it better throw me a bone or I'll throw it out the window.

Ollie-

P.S. Sorry to rant but somedays you just have to!

I hear you! I feel the same way! And I do the exact same thing! But...are your clothes fitting better? Do you look better? I know I do. My trust gauge right now is my bra. I'm on the last row of hooks - time for new bras! My scale has almost met its demise quite a few times, but I just shove it against the wall and leave the bathroom telling myself that I don't care what that wicked little thing says, I feel better and look better. So there.