Happy and sad

Yesterday I went to the gym after work. I was so proud of myself! I went on the rower for five minutes, the eliiptical for 10, the treadmill for 15 and the bike for 10 for an even 40 minutes of cardio, then I did some toning with the machines. I lifted 14kgs on the tricep lift thingy, and my leg presses were the 6th plate (I don't know how much each plate weighs, must check that). I felt so much fitter and stronger after that visit because I had done something positive for my fitness.

Then today, I got new scales. I thought I had lost 11kgs all up for a current weight of 113.3; the new scales tell me I weigh 124.6. I am DEVASTATED. I know it means that I originally had a higher weight than 124.8, but I don't know how high it was or how much I have actually lost so far. I have lost weight, and I can actually feel the difference, but it seems so much harder to quantify without the scales. I'm all about concrete evidence and tangible results.

Sigh. I am walking my dog tomorrow (was gonna do it today, but I was too upset and feeling too fat to exercise - logic, huh?). When the boy's mother gets the details of the engagement party, I am going to make the invitations. I am a crafty one.

I want to do a pump class when I am awake early enough one day.

Tea time soon. Argh, this new-scales business has really dropped my mood.