3 lbs.

It may not sound like much, I mean that could be a bowel movement, but today at the gym before my workout, so I took a deep breath and stepped on.
I try to check my weight every time I go to the gym, but usually somebody is on it and I refuse to check it if their are people lurking around.
I had checked it earlier in the week and that same evening my husband *kindly* announced his weight and you know what the difference was?
I'm not actually going to say but I will say I was not happy about it.
Not happy at all.
So I did what any girl would do and took it out on the machines.
I am struggling, I really really don't like working out.
I hate sweating.
I had a debate with a gal at the gym about the sauna. She loves it because it's the only way she sweats and I would never set foot in it because just thinking about it sends me running for my Secret.
Today I did not want to go to the gym, but had had to go, I have 9 days in and I need 12 for insurance to cover it. (Which if your good at math; will tell you I have to go everyday for the rest of the month.)
I like lifting weights, sort of. I keep telling myself building muscle burns fat...
Then today I had a break through. I weighed myself.
3 lbs.
I weighed myself again.
3 lbs.
I weighed myself again, this time making sure nothing was in my hands, taking off every possible thing I was wearing without getting kicked out for improper dress code violation.
3 lbs.
Okay, I can do this.
I need to suck it up and drag my lazy butt in and get my workout in because pretty soon those 3 lbs are gonna have friends and those friends are gonna tell their friends and before I know it Bikini will be knocking on my door saying " Hey didn't I know you once back in the day? How about getting to know each other again."
And instead of slamming the door I will step aside and invite Yellow polka dot in.