Three more days and I have to weigh myself.  The scale has never been my friend. Hub weighs himself every morning before getting into the shower.  Weight going up…weight going down…why do I want to start my day off badly if the poundage is the same or more? I hate the damned thing. I’ve resurrected my dusty Body Bar from the ‘exercise room’ upstairs. It now leans against the counter beside the fridge. Whenever I set a timer on anything – the microwave, the oven – I pick it up and do a couple of sets of deadlifts, elbow curls or squats. The website has some exercises to supplement the (long unwatched) DVDs I have. My theory is, you gotta make exercise opportunities. My…

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