I have been trying to be really good with my eating. I have been very focused especially while Steven is gone. But, I get on the scale and see no movement at all. I get all frustrated and beat myself up. Why? It's just a number right?
So, yesterday afternoon, I hid my scale in my closet. Yep, I hid it from myself.
This morning, I felt so lost. I think I have weighed myself every morning since I was in college. I didn't know what to do. I kept thinking that I should go get it out of the closet. How dumb is that? Does it matter if the scale shows a lower number? Didn't I eat well yesterday? Why does it matter? I went round and round in my head.
After I left the house, I continued to think about it. So, I think the scale needs to stay in the closet. Maybe get it out once a week or something and check, but I am addicted to weighing myself. Who knew I was so trapped by it?