I haven't weighed myself for months. Too lowering to the morale, and I wasn't about to do anything about it, so better not to know. However, yesterday I pulled myself together and clambered awkwardly on to the bathroom scales.
I rarely use these in any case, actually. I normally put my contact lens in (and take it out) downstairs, so I don't find it that easy to read the dial. And we've got these fabulous balance scales which we keep in the porch, where you stand on a platform and then add the weights and slide a bar until the balance tips. But I just wanted an indication yesterday, so bathroom it was.
I'm pretty sure I've lost a pound or two in the past week, because I haven't been eating all that much. But I was gratified, all the same. I'd only put on 5 pounds. Sadly, not all my clothes fit any longer, but if I get going again, I should lose that in a few months. Yes, when I was young and keen I might have said a few weeks too, but it takes me ages and I hate becoming discouraged through over-optimism.
So it seems that I'll be posting again here. And this time, I'm not stopping until I weigh under 9 stone. Not the least likelihood of ever getting to my old (when young) weight of 8 stone 4 pounds, but that's all right. Under 9 will be fine.