Technically I did not throw it away, I am too cheap to do that. I did however put it away. There is logic behind it. I am addicted to scale hopping. I can't stop it and if the scale is sitting in front of me, I will step on it. Repeatedly, hoping the find the magic number that pleases me. I hang a few toes off one side, I rest my forehead on the wall, I kind of lean to the left, putting more weight on that side of the scale, thinking that it will make the numbers drop, I suck my stomach in (as if that makes a difference.) I will honestly, if I am home all day, step on the scale at least 4 different times. Do I know better? Yes. Does this stop me? No. Last week I had finally managed to worm my way out of my self-induced case of headupassitis. I was doing wonderfully. I stepped on the scale on my fifth wonderfully on plan day expecting to see a 4-5 pound loss. (When I was kicking ass on this program, whatever the scale said on Friday was usually within a pound of what my weigh in was on Tuesday.) I had lost a half a pound. A HALF A POUND! That is like, forgetting to take a piss before weigh-in. So, what did i do? I had a little pity party on Saturday night that consisted of several drinks and some bar pizza. SO. It's official. I am not weighing in for a few weeks. My scale will remain incognito. I am doing well this week, no bouts of cookie dough induced comas or anything like that. I did have some fresh pineapple last night, which is totally taboo on this plan but my mind has trouble with the whole "fresh fruit is evil" concept.
On a side note, watch out Zumba coven, I have recovered fully from my fall and have full intention of crashing the ritual tomorrow. There should be loads of comedic stories to follow that!
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