The Scale

I hate scales. They can either make you blissfully happy or majorly depressed.

This morning I got on the scale. Why oh why do I torture myself so??? Monday's is my usual weigh in day. But I thought what the hey - I'll jump on this morning.

The little dial swings back and forth. Will it crush me like a bug or make me sing an dance across the bathroom.

Bam it lands on a number - I peek down. Ahhhhhhh what the ?????? How can it read 156 - on Monday I was 148. How could I have gained back the 4 pounds I have lost and then gained 4 additional pounds.

I rip the head band off my head in hopes that, that had been the heavy factor. Nope nothing changes. True I had a cinnamon dolce latte yesterday, and a tiny square at Lisa's but 8 pounds! Come on!!!

I step off the scale and back on several more times - just to make sure. Nuts - still the same every time. I am deeply perplexed at this point and get back on again - I am not sure what I thought I was going to achieve by hoping on and off but I was in a complete state.

At last I glanced down at the number - willing it to change when I notice that it isn't above the 150 mark but below - I haven't seen under 150 in awhile so I had misread the scale. I was jumping for joy(literally) I got back on several more time - 146 each time.

Yes I know you are all in shock that I actually put my weight on here - but it is just a number. I am more interested in general health but it is still nice to see the numbers decreasing rather than increasing!

Ry need the computer now so I have to get off but tomorrow I'll tell you all about You:On a Diet - great book!