Last week I had a bad week.
I realized just how much I rely on food to be my emotional crutch when things go wrong.
The only good thing that came out of the amount of food I pounded back last week is I didn't GAIN any weight. I however did not lose any either. not even an ounce.
...but after the way I ate, I will take a small victory where ever I can get it.
Although, the scale has been stuck on 184 for a couple of weeks now.
I can't seem to break through it.
The number 184 has been flashing back at me every single day.
taunting me.
CONFESSION TIME:
One morning I stepped on the scale. The number said 187. In my sleepy stupor I did something irrational and fulfilling. ...I gave my scale the bird.
Surely not my finest moment, but encompassed my true feelings on the battle between woman and scale.
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