When I started my plan, I didn't step on the scale for the first six weeks of my plan. I didn't want to know, honestly. I mean, if I knew, that meant that I'd have to acknowledge it. I'd have to
own it. I figured, hey, I'll know if I'm losing weight. Things'll be getting looser! I'll look better! Who needs the hard truth of
numbers? Fight the mathematical dictatorship!
Six months later, I wish that I had, if only so I could have an accurate count of what I've actually lost. I've estimated that I was at 360, based on being at 346 six weeks in. However, that number might've been higher. And if I was higher starting, then I deserve X pounds more credit than I'm giving myself. I'll never be able to claim that glory.
Here's the truth: if you're doing this plan, and you're taking the changes in your lifestyle seriously, then whatever you see on the scale today will be the highest you ever see it. It's all downhill from here in the best possible way. I love stepping on the scale now; every time I see it's clicked down a pound, I get to do a little victory dance while humming "Another One Bites the Dust."
It'll be cool. No matter what.