I used to have no issue weighing myself. I step on the scale, it displays a number and I go about my day. Of course this was in my early twenties, when there was nothing I could do to increase the number on the scale. I could eat whatever I wanted, at any time of the day, no issue. I could literally bathe myself in chocolate while drinking said chocolate and step on the scale and it wouldn’t budge. In fact on a good day, I would lose a pound or two.
Fast forward to my thirties when just having a dream about bathing myself in chocolate while eating chocolate cake would cause me to gain 10 pounds in my dream. Now, the scale is not my friend. I step on the scale and the evil numbers stare back at me. I say to myself, oh, it must be because I haven’t used the bathroom yet. So, I use the bathroom, step back on the scale and the evil numbers go up by 2. How in the world?! I think we have all been in this position at some point in our lives and it gets quite frustrating. Continue reading “The Scale—-My Arch Nemesis”