As I continue on in the quest to find the ever elusive skinny bitch, I find that the number matters to me. I refer to the ever loathed scale number. The scale number is slowly going down but has been stuck on the same number for the last couple of weeks.
Well meaning acquaintances ask if I've lost weight and I say I have lost twelve pounds but not any in the last couple weeks. This is when they start into a long thing about how it is best to loose weight real slow and that the number doesn't matter; it is how your clothes fit. That is a big bunch of crap! Yes, my jeans are much looser. The number still has not gone down in two weeks. This is disheartening that I have given up all of the food I love and the number stays the same. I know it will come down eventually, but right now I am mad about it.
Then there are those who say well, as long as you feel good. I feel great--but the number hasn't moved. I really do feel good. I'm glad I made this change--I don't want to have another heart attack. Damn the number though!!