While I’m commuting back and forth to small-town Wisconsin for the next couple of months, the up-side is that I do not have a scale in the hotel bathroom. Which means that I won’t spend approximately 30 minutes per day moving the scale around on the floor to find which spot on my floor weighs me lighter than the rest.
What? Don’t try to convince me that you haven’t done that… because I don’t think I’d believe you.
I was doing it last week and realized just how crazy I was acting. I don’t want to be a slave to the scale and yet, I ended up doing exactly that. When I went to my Friday morning weigh-in, I was so disappointed to find that I had only lost 1.6 pounds. Really? After all that working out and watching what I was eating? Really? So I let that make me a little crazy for a couple of days and then snapped out of it. But it’s nice to have a breather from seeing the scale in the bathroom every morning.