I Love/Hate the Scale

First thing almost every morning (at least four times a week), I step on the scale to see what's going on. It tells me when I'm making progress or when I need to buckle down. I love the scale for helping me to keep on track. Like Shannon, I'm addicted to it. Not so much to it, but to the feedback. I love it for talking to me, but I hate it for lying.

I had a great week, ate well, got in some exercise, drank plenty of water. But still, I was up 1.6 at my official weigh in this morning. How in the world does that happen??? I knew it before I even got there because I weighed on my scale here at home before I left. I love my scale for giving me a heads-up before I got to my meeting this morning, but did it have to be so mean??? Does it really have to count my pajamas and the salad I had for dinner last night.

We tried to head to RunTex this evening before dinner. We left the house at 5:45, just before looking online to see that they close at 6 p.m. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

I hate the scale. But I'll be back on it first thing in the morning, without fail...