the moment of truth

Lizzie in November '10. #angrybirdsondeck

The last time I stepped on a scale was in November. It went a little something like this:

Nurse: "We need to get your weight. Please step on the scale."
Me: "Sure. Should I leave my shoes on?"
Nurse: "On is fine".

I step on the scale, staring at the 350 mark.
The Nurse slides the scale thingy over to 150.
I give her a side eye.

Me: "Ma'm, go ahead and move it up to 300. I won't get offended".
Nurse: "Surely not."

She slides the smaller bar over to 50, and nothing happens.
She then moves the larger bar over 250.
Nothing happens.
Yet another side eye.

Me: "Ma'm, I'm over 300lbs. This scale won't move until you place it accordingly."
Nurse: "Well, I didn't want you to think I thought you were that big".
Me: "Ma'm, I am THAT big. No offense taken. So how much do I weigh?"
Nurse: "320lbs."
Me: "Thank you."

Now, fast foward to April 2011.

I just finished Zumba, and spotted a scale in the changing room. I walked over to the scale and instantly moved the slider over to 300lbs. Nothing happened, and I was shocked. I'm used to the scale moving up. So, then I decreased the weight to 250 and slid the smaller bar over to 46. Say it ain't so! I weighed 296lbs. I couldn't believe it. I managed to lose 24lbs without even trying.

My motivation kicked into high gear!

Imagine how much I could lose if I actually applied myself.

I'm excited to see what the next six months will bring.