Finally, the scale, she moves

Well the scale moved, not much, but downwards, at least for a day or so. Much like the tanker turning analogy, losing weight now seems to be like an ice flow in the arctic breaking up and melting. First a few cracks, then more, then shifts, then all hell breaks loose. I just hope the later doesn't come in the form of bowel movements. And following that analogy with the phrase - a crack in the ice has begun - might seem a bit edgy, but it has. So now I'll just have to keep pounding out the exercise and see if it continues to work, although I suspect it will. So a small cheer to me, but now it's off to the treadmill, so I can complain about how much my knees hurt.