My scale must have lied to me. For a week. I didn’t feel any different, but I keep almost daily track of my weight. I know some women are obsessed in an unhealthy way, and weigh once a month. When I did that myself, I found I felt great but I had gained back everything I’d lost and took two months to get back to the new starting point. When I weigh almost daily, I can easily relate any weight gain with eating habits, like this bag of potato chips I really want to finish off.
So far, I’ve been busy blogging, not munching.
But my weight it’s Now thirty pounds off. That’s more than a sack of potatoes. That’s a one-year-old child. I’ve decided that my weight loss is best described by a term I’ll steal from evolutionary biology – Punctuated Equilibrium. Things are all the same for two or three months then BAM!, five pounds gone. Everything is once again the same for four months then SHAZAM!, ten pounds gone.
This Trim Healthy Gramma wants new clothes for every five pounds gone. I am overdue for six items of clothing.
The disappearing Gramma! Started January, 7 months mostly on plan, 31 weeks. Just about a pound per week.