It's Saturday once again , and it's time to drag out the scale to see just what the numbers have to say. Numbers, as we all know, are the "God" that all those who choose to make a lifestyle change in which they will become healthier. Numbers on the scale, numbers on a tape measure, numbers back from a lab with blood work. Numbers are God. So in the spirit of Gomez Addams , playing with his trains while pondering if Fester was his brother or not, I too say Spirits above me, shall I be blessed or Damned as I step on the altar called a scale .
And the numbers are....
Me- UP 0.6 ( is this thing stuck ????)
Son DOWN 0.2
Hubby DOWN 3.0
However, there are more things to consider progress than the number on the scale. Son and I have made a big dietary change and your body sometimes takes a while to adjust to the change. I can be dealing with a massive yeast dye off, and I suspect that I am about to get a visit from Aunt Flo, who's visits are more and more unpredictable these days. Son is becoming more and more conversational and just plain teachable. Hubby is not having to eat the foods now forbidden to son and I , and he is getting more on board with this new way of eating. The numbers for them are saying that progress is being made. For me it seems I have to find a different definition of progress.