Well, around mid-February (February 22nd to be exact), I was feeling pretty good, like maybe I'd dropped a little holiday weight gain, so I decided to step on the scale after my water aerobics class, and weigh myself for the first time in a year. To my absolute horror the gym scale registered my weight at the highest I'd ever seen it!!! I knew the scale had to be wrong. There was no way in hell, that in just one year, I could have gained 18 pounds--broken leg, or no broken leg. I complained to the gym manager, telling her the scale must be wrong. And I spent the rest of the day fantasizing that perhaps the hardware in my femur weighed a good 10 pounds, even though it's titanium, and apparently titanium is as light as a feather, and it still doesn't explain an 18 pound weight gain!!
After several people told me that titanium couldn't possibly explain my weight gain, I decided to go and buy a scale. I'd prove once and for all that the gym scale simply had to be wrong. On February 24th, I brought my new scale home, removed all of my clothes and stepped on it. Awwwwwww, Sh__!!!!! My new scale agreed with the gym scale.
169 pounds. Closer to 200 pounds than 100. Startling, since at 5'6'', I used to be a lean 125. I thought I had been eating healthily and yet, I had to face the fact: I had packed on 18 pounds in a year, and about 30 pounds since I moved to Nashville 13 years ago. I've been in denial way too long. I was so disgusted with myself that I decided on the spot to start a diet journal, documenting every morsel I put into my mouth, and counting up my daily calories--since obviously my "healthy diet" wasn't working.
