Fighting the Scale
Okay, time to get real (which is why I love to write blog posts). My latest enemy has been the bathroom scale. Yep, you know what you've done, scale... which is why we broke up awhile ago. I'm seriously just waiting for an apology... but I "guess" scales can't send apology texts or smile with puppy dog eyes so that somehow you still love it. Nope... nothing softens the blow of that feeling that makes my morning go from, "oh, this day has potential" to "what?!? crap." Sure, the scale might say it's "my fault," but I bought it to make me feel like my very miniscule (if not, non-existent) efforts pay off. And quite frankly, it's slackin' on it's job. Now... understandably, my life has gotten much busier, my workouts are a bit more of "a stretch" (as MyFitnessPal app would probably say) and my eating habits are a lot more loose... but now that I have an iPhone and it tracks my steps, anything over 2,000 step...
