Monday, October 10, 2011
Bitch-Scale is going down!
Seriously people! Somebody do the drum roll!
That's right. Yesterday marked a milestone in my life. No it wasn't the nine pound loss, I have done that before. Many, many times. No, yesterday was the first time that I can remember that I wanted to express an emotion besides extreme hatred for bitch scale. No really, that's her name. I actually felt a little like she was finally on my side.
In the past we've had a love/hate relationship. She's loved tormenting with the bad news and I hated getting it. But someone once said, "The one who cares less holds the most power in a relationship." I know this to be true. Especially in this case. She smirks when I walk by. Swear to God, smirks. I can hear her. And when I step up. Well, sometimes it's mortifying. She laughs. But the scales are starting to tip in my favor. (Oh, I love it when I am funny like that. Get it...scale tipping.) And I think if things keep going the way they are; that power may very well be shifting.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not throwing her a party or anything that drastic yet, but I promise to keep you guys posted and let you know when I get to that stage.
In the meantime go out and have some drinks and toast to my loss. Really, go. Out. Have a drink for me, since alcohol is one of the things I have cut out for the foreseeable future. Not forever. What? Are you crazy? But for the time being, while my body is in this super fat burning mode, I am going to abstain.
Promise to keep you guys posted.
PS: Thanks for all the calls, comments and good wishes sent my way via email last week. It really does make a difference. Now I am off, into week two. I am so kicking Week Two's ass!