my days are spent in battle with the common, lowly, household scale.

we wage war me and that scale. it lures me into traps where i am forced to weigh myself over and over and over again in the course of a day. only to find that my weight has fluctuated by 5 pounds in one day. sometimes i win and a temporary ceasefire is put in place. the weighing stops temporarily until that scale catches my eye and the dial pulls me towards it, thus ending the ceasefire. the battle begins again.

why do i feel this incessant urge to weigh myself? intellectually i know that weight loss is a slow, slow, agonizingly slow process and i'm not going to see results using the common household scale. but i need that validation for some silly reason.

i've even thought of not having a scale in the house, but that idea sends shivers through my body. it even makes me slightly nauseaus. i am a scale addict.

i want to stand on it right now and see if it's more or less than 259 pounds and then either celebrate and eat a bag of chips or cry and have a glass of water. ack.

i have made a resolve to only weigh myself once a week. i'm thinking it should be a sunday because that was the day that i weighed myself for the blog.

i will only weigh myself once a week.

i promise.