The scale at work today read 243. Yesterday it was actually 245, not 249. I'm debating whether or not to change my ticker, because it would look like I've lost quite a bit, when really I don't feel like I've done anything different. I don't know how much my work scale is affected by things like my radio or my clothes in general, since I often wear multiple layers at different times of day. Ideally I should be weighing myself at home when I get up in the morning, but we don't have a scale since our last one broke. So I'm stuck with work. At least if I use the same scale every day, it should remain consistent to itself, right? Let's hope so.
Last night was my first step toward eating better. I stopped at Burger King to get dinner, but I got myself a salad. It was smaller than the picture on the menu made it look, but I wasn't hungry when I finished it, which is the goal anyway, right? And I got grilled chicken on it instead of fried. Of course, it came with a huge packet of ranch dressing, and I used the whole thing, which I probably shouldn't have done. But I can't nitpick myself too much right now, or I'll get discouraged. I'll just settle with being happy I had salad, and that I ate the whole thing, including the tomatoes, which I would usually not eat. Yay for me!