I dropped my back and book, and shucked my sweater and shoes, so over my undies all I was wearing was jeans (and the belt I need to keep them up) and a tank top. There was nothing hidden, I swear.
So, up I hops on the scale and the nurse moves the big block to 150.
"200" says I.
"Really?" says she, moving the block obligingly. "You really don't look it."
Awww, how sweet.
And the number? 219 (in clothing). Not as low as I would like, but 5 pounds less than last time I was at the doctor's a little over a month ago. For all my winning and screaming, I know any movement downwards is good movement.


I like it! Yesterday, fully clothed, holding a freaking full 32 oz bottle of water WITH my shoes on it weighed me at 185!! (I'm 195 ish in the morning naked.) And yes, I can do math...I assume all the clothes and water bottle weigh at least 5 lbs.

