I swoon at bathroom scale that holds me in its sway, it does both tease and taunt as flashes what I weigh. My bathroom scale’s precise, registers tenth of pound, that’s mere forty-five grams, a low mass lost or found. I weigh obsessively, to this sin do admit, but through my ups and downs I tend to keep my wits. A kilogram delta from one day to the next though may cause eyes to roll takes more my heart to vex.
Been working really hard and showing true progress, nearly halfway to goal as weigh eight kilos less. Eight kilos I have lost, eighteen more pounds to go. The first half took five months, fear second half more slow. Know I will soldier on to reclaim the old me, understanding that goal will not win easily. But changes that I’ve made in my transformation are of the healthy sort, so I’ve already won.