How can an intelligent well schooled adult with a degree in a health related field get so tied up with her scale? It doesn't seem to matter that I feel the best that I have in years. It doesn't seem to matter that my clothes all seem to be looser and fitting better. It doesn't seem to matter that I consistently get compliments from total strangers. All that I know is that stepping on that scale and seeing that number seemingly stuck can put me in a free-fall. I know all the fat vs muscle arguments..believe me I preach them to others. But when it's my body, on that scale seeing the number that I've grown to hate....Maybe I should just shoot the scale.
No announcement yet.
Shoot the scale!