The scale is not the enemy
I obsess over numbers. Or more precisely, I obsess over the scale. I weigh myself every day. Every morning. Sometimes in the afternoon. Every night when I change into my pajamas. I stare at those numbers, sometimes in ecstasy as they reflect a desired change and sometimes in frustration when they reflect decisions that weren’t so kind to my calorie count. But why? Why do I step on that little square, worry about what it’ll say, wonder what I could…