I need to become friends with my scale.

We don't have to love each other, but we do need to talk on a regular basis. It's been since the summer that we've had any communication, so when I tried to open up the lines of conversation this morning, the result was horrifying. HORRIFYING (again in that "i've been only fooling myself a certain amount" kind of way).

We all know actions and decisions have consequences and repercussions. And so it is time to deal with the decisions I've made, and start making better ones.

I did have a very nice, surprisingly quick walk this morning. It is quite cool, about 35 degrees, grey and overcast, but no wind. The beach was busy -- it must be the holiday -- with lots of friendly walkers saying hello at every pass. I finished almost the full "beach loop" for a total of 2.58 this morning in a sub-17 pace. For walking, on my second day back, I'll take it.

So, I'm off to work for the rest of the day, but I've:
a. weighed myself
b. exercised
c. made a healthy breakfast and logged the results
d. planned for and made a healthy lunch and snacks

I still need a plan for dinner (out) this evening. I'll probably default to a piece of grilled fish and vegetables.