I haven’t stepped on scales in about a week. Not because I didn’t want to, or because I’m in denial or anything, but because since I got the little fur-ball I’ve been too tired and too busy to get on scales.
That said last time I did weigh myself, my numbers (though still not at my goal), were actually lower than expected – probably mostly down to the fact that with fuzz-ball around, I’m running around after him, constantly up and down, going walkies, and I don’t have time for random chocolate snacks. The upshot being, I’m eating better, healthier, less chocolate and I’m moving around more
That was the point of getting a fur-ball into the family – not only point, but yeah. The little fur-ball is slowly settling into the life into his household, so soon I should be able to get into more of a routine, one that also allows me to get on scales on regular basis and monitor my progress.
Oh, just to add to the fun of things – the other day I was training with the dog, as the books tell you you should, to make him an obedient well behaved pet. Well, because we were playing tug with a rope, I used that as an opportunity to do some squats. The motion allowed for the rope to be relocating from one position to the other, keeping the dog entertained, and me working on some butt muscles.
Win-win the way I see it.
Off now, will check in again soon.
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