I am home!
And what did I do when I got home at 2 am?
Me, in Edinburgh in what I call the darkness of "what in the world do I look like?"
As you can see, me and self timers are not besties.
I weighed myself.
Haha. What can I say?
I went a month without a scale, a measuring tape, or a full length mirror
(Minus the studio mirrors, of course. But when going out I had to rely on my meager self-confidence to leave my room without knowing how I looked. Eek!)
So...what's the prognosis?
The camera kept cropping off my head, hence the stooped posture and the look of "Is it blinking? Has it been ten seconds yet? Why hasn't it gone off yet? Should I take off the belt?"
I lost five pounds, an inch and a half from my waist and an inch and a half from my hips.
(Urgh, I think I look really smug in the above photo. Please read facial explanation above).
Which tells me something- maybe I should ditch the scale, the measuring tape, and the full length mirror and stick to walking everywhere and eating large Scottish breakfasts.
Do you weigh yourself or are you anti-scale?
If you ditched the scale, how has your life changed?