I've mentioned before how my commitment now is to my health and not to my weight anymore. I'm working out on average 5 out of 7 days and I commit to sweating and walking at least 3.5 miles at an incline. That's it, end of story. The scale hates me, even now. I am discouraged by the lack of number change on that damn thing but am encouraged that today I fit into pants I haven't worn since, well, I don't know? Right after William was born and I lost some weight I think. Anyway, it's been a while and although the number on the pants is still too embarrassing to mention here, it's an accomplishment for me. Just better food choices, still some old horrible ones, working out as often as possible to balance those out, and no more scale. Maybe that's the secret. Finally. Jesus. I've only been looking for it for the last 15 years.