Did you see Chantell on last week’s Extreme Makeover? She decided to take up running because it was the thing she hated the most. I hate running too, so her perspective threw me off. Why would I do anything that I hate — by choice? But you’ve seen the scale go up, so maybe a new perspective would lead to a different result.

This past week, I’ve added a run/walk to my workout. In addition, I’ve made it to yoga class Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. That means double workouts some days.

I should point out here that I have an exerise allergy. It sounds funny, but it is legitimate. If I walk for more than 10 minutes on the treadmill, I’ll start to itch. For me, it’s not a huge deal, but it does present an obstacle. When I workout on the treadmill daily, it doesn’t become an issue, but if I stop getting on the treadmill for a week or so, getting back on becomes a process.

When people get allergy shots, they are injected with a small dose of allergen so that their body can build a resistance. Regular walks on the treadmill have the same effect. So, missing a workout is unacceptable when I’m trying to build up my resistance. I started by walking 10 minutes on the treadmill in addition to 30 minutes on the elliptical. Now, after, a week or so, I will walk for 3 minutes and then run for two between the 5 minute and 20 minute mark. So, that hasn’t really shown up on the scale yet. But I’ve been making moves.

So imagine my surprise when I get on the scale and it says 163.5. REALLY? Because as I stood on the scale, I was hungry. As I type this I am hungry. That’s bullshit.

I know what you’re thinking, what did she eat? I won’t pretend that I spent the whole week munching on veggies and lean meats. But I know my body enough to know that when the scale says 161.5 on Monday, and it says 163.5 on Wednesday, that’s some bullshit. When you’re at the point in weight loss that I am, where I only have 10 lbs to go (well, 13.5 now), it is important that I am meticulous in my weight loss. I haven’t been meticulous. I went to Starbucks yesterday, and though I wanted it — really wanted it — I abstained from getting a sweet treat to go with my short skinny vanilla latte. So that doesn’t really show up on the scale, but I know that I’m making progress.

This week, I need to set eating properly as a priority — go to the grocery store, cook for the week, and keep a food journal.