I’ve not always been fond of scales. In fact, I’ve detested them, run from them, avoided them at all costs.

But since early December, I haven’t minded them much. I think I can honestly say I like them.

Two Saturdays ago I worked out at the Wellness Center, then took my shoes off to weigh. I’d not done so since a few days into the new year when I discovered I’d lost my first 15 pounds. Well, I was not very pleased to see I’d stayed the same.

I didn’t let it frustrate me, but it did disappoint me to see no numerical results for my hard work.

Truth is, I’m feeling better and my clothes are feeling loose, so I fretted for a few hours about that trip to the scales, then I let it go and pressed on.

This morning just before 7, I decided to weigh again. (I try to weigh every two weeks. Some folks like to weigh daily. I can’t do that because that does cause great frustration for me.) Anyway, I was pleased this morning to see that I’d lost 6 more pounds. That brings me to a total of 21.

And that makes me very happy.

Sure, I’ve still got a long road ahead of me, but I’m trying hard to enjoy the trip and not worry so much about reaching my destination regarding the numbers on the scales.