The scale is not my friend

I'm fatter and heavier than I have ever been on my life. Don't worry, I'm NEVER going to post my weight, unless of course I lose it, and want to show off. (And. I am definitely NOT pregnant...and YES I am sure.)

I was at my mom's for Mother's Day. She has a scale. I stepped on it. It was higher than I have ever seen. I then took off my very cute jean jacket, it was lower, but still VERY high. I then had my husband get on it. He said it was correct.

So on the way home we were talking. I'm getting fatter and fatter. I've been dieting and gaining weight.

Husband: I don't think you have a thyroid problem or anything, but I think you have to exercise a lot if you are going to lose weight. Your metabolism is slowing down.

Me: I've been exercising more than ever.

Husband: You do not have the metabolism of your mom and sister. Sorry. (He said this very nicely.)

Me: I know. I never thought I did (getting a little snarky).

Husband: You've been walking for ages and it is probably just keeping you from ballooning out.

Me: I do not like to run.

Then we talked about options. For one, I have been getting up earlier so I could go to the gym and do some heavy duty cardio in the morning, but that is a pain. We also talked about getting an elliptical machine.

The thing is that I have been watching what I eat. I have been more active. I have gained. Nothing fits. I have even gained since starting the blog.