Weighing In

The bathroom scale was not my friend last week.  I had gone for a long time without getting on it and when I finally did, I was convinced it must be wrong.  I remember a period of time last year when I obsessively weighed myself each day — something I rarely do — and it seemed at that time, that every day I gained a pound.  A slippery slope indeed.  My husband, who has no empathy when I stress over four or five pounds, cheerfully reported with a wink that at that rate I would be up to a thousand pounds in less than three years.  I’m staying away from the scale for a while. My clothes fit the same and the scale is not good for my psychological state of being.

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