Whine. But with no cheese, and actually no wine, either. Boo.

Sooo the scale is gonna kill me.

I’ve gone and committed myself to really HITTING IT for the next three months, and the damn scale keeps screwing with me.

I started the new Tony Horton program, P90, and I’m on Day 12.  The program is not intimidating (I wasn’t sure what to expect as Horton’s previous programs are supposed to be pretty tough), but it still works the bod and causes a bit of a sweat.

I’ve been dedicated in getting the workouts done and eating clean.  I’ve even given my flask to Miz J. and she duct-taped up our stash of road-pops.   The worst nutritional crime has been lasagna one night, and a couple of tablespoons of an Argentinean dulce de leche (so good). One “cheat” cannot have reversed the 3.5 lbs lost to date on the program…and yet… the scale says it has.

So annoying.

And every time I whine about this, there are non-scale victories to share. My pant size has gone down. I have a size 14 pair of black pants I’ve been wearing (I started at a size 20-22 in January 2014), and when I went to buy some thermal outdoor pants from Eddie Bauer, I bought a size LARGE, and they are actually a tiny bit loose.  Crazy.

SO. Yeah. I get it. Stop whining. But I swear to God, I need to drop permanently below 200 lbs and not have the scale be a bloody pendulum!

That is all.