Actually, I'm a nearly respectable 4-pounds-overweight liar, thank you very much. Yeah... that doesn't make it better. Cuz I'm still a liar.
For years now, actually 6 years now, I've been lying about 1 thing to 1 person. Or, item. I have been lying about how fat I am.
To my bathroom scale.
I know this seems wrong, maybe even impossible, without somehow screwing with the scale's brain mechanism, but I didn't do that. And I'm not actually lying about my weight, beause the scale knows that. Instead, I'm lying about my height.
My scale things I am 5'7". I'm not. I'm 5'6", on the dot. It uses my height along with my weight to calculate my BMI score. It was a mean trick to play on it, I know. I'm not proud. I lied to the scale so that it would lie back to me and tell me that I'm skinny.
Yeah. How pathetic am I?
I say this, because today I saved a weigh in of 159.0, and my scale let me know that I was "healthy weight". It looked so proud. I just didn't have the heart to tell my scale that it was wrong, and that I've got to lose a good 4 more pounds before that fact will be true.
Some people say that lying is worthless, because the truth will always win out in the end. All I can say is that the scale's compliment this morning, its "welcome to healthy weight status", felt cold and dry. Because I know. Even if my naive, trusting scale doesn't.
Whew, glad I got that off my chest. Now a bright point: I'VE LOST A HALF MARATHON!!! Since the lose a marathon challenge started 6 weeks ago, I've made it half way there! So from today, 7 weeks left, 13 pounds left, and I'm feeling like I might just be able to do it. Which is freaking amazing. At this stage in the game, the idea of averaging 2 pounds a week weight loss for 13 straight weeks seemed highly un-possible. But so far, well... no jinksing it.
Happy day, y'all! Go and enjoy yourself some Olympics if you need a little motivation. Even watching this stuff is crazy exhausting.