Treadmill..? Who needs a treadmill?

After reading Jessica's recent post about her diet and exercise journey, I thought I'd let you know what I've been up to. Here's the situation... I used to have a scale in the bathroom and I would weigh myself every once in a while just for the heck of it, as I had pretty much just settled into a comfortable (not ideal, mind you) "coasting weight". That's all fine and good. Well, when we got our kitten in December, I had to put the scale in the closet to make room for the litter box! (Kitty's gotta go somewhere!) Well, I "coasted" through the holidays with my scale tucked safely away in the hall closet. All of a sudden, for some strange reason, my clothes started to not fit! Hmmmm... I thought, "Something must be wrong with our new washer and dryer! All of my clothes shrunk!" So, just for the fun of it, I decided to dig out the scale. Well, I don't know what happened, but apparently if you put a scale in a closet for two months, it goes bad!! I stepped on it and it had the nerve to tell me that I had put on some weight! (Whatever.) So, still convinced that it had just done too much time in the closet, I made both of my boys step on the scale to "test" it. Well, they BOTH registered higher than I remember, so there ya go! Two healthy, young, growing boys couldn't possibly have gained any weight since their last doctor visit! It must be the scale! Yes, that's just how in denial I was. Ha! Well, regardless of the inaccuracy the scale, I thought I should probably make some life style changes, just in case it was actually me, not the scale or the washer or the dryer! So, I say to the scale (not really), "You want to tell me I've gained a few pounds? Fine! I'll just stop eating cookies and chips and do a few jumping jacks and those pounds will be gone in a week! Then I will be happily back to my (not quite ideal) coasting weight again! No biggie." Take THAT, stupid scale! Fast forward 2 months...Not a single, even half a pound lost! Not only is my faulty scale weighing heavy, now it's stuck! For heaven's sake. It was finally time to be brutally honest with myself. I am (gulp) over 30 now, and since I didn't really want to make any more sacrifices in the food consumption area, it was time to step up my work outs! So, I pushed the coffee table out of the way and started running laps through my house! It must be quite a sight! (Trevor sure thought so when he woke up from one of his naps and I was still running! "Mom..? What are you doing!?" Pay no attention to the crazy woman running through your playroom...diningroom...livingroom...playroom... You get the idea.) I know what you're thinking..."You must have a huge house!?" Um, no. I'm surprised I don't get dizzy and fall down! Anyhoo, all that to say that I agree with Jessica (and Jodi and Kim...), on the benefits of running! I have now officially lost one whole pound!! Woo hoo! And we all know that scales don't lie! ; ) P.S. Jessica, I want you to know that I appreciate your friendship and I'm not going to take Blogger's spell check advice and replace you with "cheesecake"! LOL