I bought a bathroom scale yesterday.
(“Oh, don’t do that,” said Red Shoes, with whom I went West Coast Swing dancing last night.)
But…funny thing. I was all prepared to write this post, talking about how yes, I haven’t weighed myself in a month, I’ve been traveling and moving and eating whatever I like, and going out all the time, and my pants are tight, surely I had gained at least X pounds, and I was already ideal + X in the first place, and…
Well, I didn’t gain any weight. In fact, I *lost* a little.
Huh?
Maybe it’s just the difference between scales, from the old one and this one. That must be it. I mean, the pants are undoubtedly tight. I have undoubtedly been eating whatever I want. I’ve got a belly bulge.
Even so, I feel lots better. And look! Lunchtime!