One Day or Day One

My scale has found a new temporary home.  OK, well it’s not out of our bathroom, but I did prop it up against the wall.  Previously it was right in the middle of the room.  The scale mocks you from it’s position in front of the mirror, so not only do you weigh yourself (wearing as little as possible), but you get to look at yourself in the mirror at the same time.  Yay me.  But I moved it out of the way to limit my scale check-ins.  Seemed to work.

I realized that I had forgotten to post last weeks clinic visit, so here it is.

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When your sick, just be sick

I woke up yesterday morning expecting to get on the scale and either go up (a bit) or little to no change. This wasn’t because of some misguided, “I expect to see something disappointing, but hope that I don’t” kind of feeling.  This was based on a mid-week scale check (I know, it’s an addiction) and a silent run-down of my week.  Was I ever surprised.

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