Except me. And what I saw wasn't exactly encouraging. It rarely moved. In over a year of increased sweating, that darn scale simply refused to move much. Something that would have stopped me from returning in the past. But this time, this past year, I haven't stopped. For whatever reason, I've continued to go, always thinking that eventually, someday, it's GOT to start working.
And now here I am in a weight loss competition. I lost 3 pounds in the first week, which I was proud of until I found out what some others had lost. One lost almost 15 pounds in the first week! But why should I let someone else's success diminish what I did? Here I am finally, FINALLY, seeing the scale move after so much time and I'm feeling bad because it wasn't as good as someone else -- who perhaps wants to lose a lot more than I do. That's not who I want to be.
My plan was to only get on the scale Mondays at Bible study. The consistency of the same scale would be a better. Except when I let my curiosity get the better of me & I got on the scale before spin class. The number was less than before, but who knows if it's accurate. And just how accurate is the one at Bible study? (Probably pretty on target.) but I won't know for sure how close they are unless I weigh myself on both at close to the same time of day.
But here's the thing: while I'm happy the number is going down, for a number of reasons, that number hasn't defined me in a very long time. I'm still more about how my clothes fit, how do I feel and making sure I can keep up at Disney! I am more than a number on the scale; I am a child of the King.