I don't talk much about weighing in because I've been at or around the same weight since November.
I get on the scale almost every day and sometimes it is quite a bummer to see the needle at a standstill or moving northbound even.
I look leaner to myself.
I'm 5'3 (and a 1/2), I weigh 175 right now which puts my BMI at 31 (obese). I certainly don't feel or think of myself as obese though.
My BMI score reminds me of the BMI Project that Gingersnapper linked to in one of her blog posts.
I would not have dreamed of being in the 170's two years ago. So, I am grateful for where I'm at right now.
In addition, I'm in a good place emotionally. So, why should I let the scale dictate my mood?
I'm lovin' exercise. I mean, really, who would have thunk it? I look forward to exercising and I have stamina galore.
I'm trying to get away from the concept of only the scale satisfying me...
I did something today that I haven't done in a long time. I put on ankle weights and, at first, it took me awhile to get into a decent rhythm. For the life of me, though, I don't know how I carried around so many extra pounds for so long because just four extra pounds on my walk felt heavy and burdensome.
By the way, it's always the side view that keeps you honest.