A buddy asked me if I hated stepping on the scales

Well the short answer, Yes the first time. I dreaded it. I hadn't stepped on my bathroom scales in years. I didn't want to know the truth. I couldn't bear it. In fact my belly was so big I had to be a contortionist to do so. However I did. It wasn't pretty. I knew I hadn't been eating raw oats, wheat germ, and tree roots. What I had been eating was Tacos, Pizza, burger biggies, and 10 plates of whatever I prepared. After passing the cpa exam in September I ate a whole large Pizza in celebration. Oh I was miserable.

My friend suffers from weight issues as well. I find it almost ironic that he is the reason I found MFP. After gorging myself at mom's one Sunday I called him and told him how miserable I was. I was at the point of disgust with myself. He recommended a phone ap for calorie counting. I couldn't find the recommended ap but I did find MFP.

I don't mind getting on the scales these days. It's a game to me. I plead male and accountant. I can't wait to get up in the morning to weigh myself and then log into my diary. Bumps in weight don't bother me. In fact I find it fascinating to a point. I keep very detailed data on my weight, calories burned, 5 week predictor, calories consumed, and BMI. I run charts and keep my weight posted on the fridge. It does dominate my thinking as any problem does that I face until I solve it.

I have a very long ways to go and I don't mind. I don't mind because I'm moving forward. I don't mind because I am problem solving.

That's what we are doing here folks, we are problem solving. Maybe better yet, for once learning how to live. That feels good.