WIW: Flabbergasted

Last week I didn't weigh.  I forgot in the morning, and honestly I assumed the scale hadn't moved again (or had gone up)...  Life is now starting to resemble "normal" for us again (even though it's a new normal), but I have not been very good about going to the gym. 

I got on the scale this morning and stared at the number trying to let it compute for literally 20 seconds.  At first I was trying to figure out how much I had gained, but there was a new number next to the first number... A number I haven't seen in a very long time.  Like maybe 4 years?  So I stood on the scale while my brain played catch up.  Four pounds lost!  So that brings the total since I started officially tracking: 8.  Total since my body "settled" after having a kid: 15. 

I told my mom that maybe stress should be my new diet plan.  I'm only kidding, but I'm still perplexed as to how those four pounds left.  I am not (and have NEVER been) one of those people that weight loss comes easy.  Sometimes I feel like I have to work four times as hard as someone else to get the same result.  I mean c'mon, if a dessert is within 50 radial feet of me I gain a pound.  If I just smell a cookie that's an automatic three pounds.  A bite?  I'm done for.  The only explanation I can think of is that I've been better than I though about calorie intake.  I have been carefully watching what I eat (and what I don't eat)...  And I haven't been eating much in the evenings (unless it's a fruit slushie or fruit snacks, haha!)

This week's weigh-in has definitely encouraged me to get back in the exercise saddle again.  I've rearranged my house so that my treadmill isn't adorning the living room (yeah! I have my living room back!!).  It's in the basement all set up and ready to go (just need a little tv/dvd to really motivate me) :)