And in this corner...

Ok, so last night was weigh-in.  Every time I pull out the scales for Hubby to weigh me I swear I hear the Rocky theme song playing in the darkest corner of my mind.  I also feel like I should be dressed in a sports bra and pink satin shorts.  I know most of these guys wear red or something but I'm a pink girl. 

So anyway...the time had come.  That time after you've changed out of your work clothes and before you eat dinner.  I had also already done my work out so that I could sweat out every last drop of water weight that I could.  Does that work, you ask?  I have no clue, but it makes me feel better. 

So there is the scale, staring at me from the bathroom floor.  Evil at its finest.  Terror at its most unholy.  Steven is kneeling in front waiting to do his job.  I step up and the dial starts to spin.  The thought of having giant numbers blink up at me in look-how-fat-you-are red (it's a real color--ask Crayola.) was too much stress so we opted for the spin-and-see model. 

Steven has known what I weigh for the last few years.  He was the only one actually, including me.  I didn't want to know.  He just told me if I lost and if I gained.  Nothing else--not the rings on our fingers, not the marriage license, nothing--is more proof that we are going to last forever.  But I have made it perfectly clear that if we ever do split up I would have to kill him because he knows too much.  Yeah, I said it. And, yeah, I meant it. 

Well this last foray into weight loss has been different.  I know what I weigh now.  He tells me and I cringe.  So last night was no different.  I stepped up and he told me.  I dropped two more pounds!!!  That brings my grand total to 16!  Take that, Inner Tube!  Take that, Scale of Horrors! 

On day 33 of this journey I have lost 16 pounds.  Cue the music, bring up the lights, but don't roll the credits.  Rocky ain't done kicking ass yet!