No Scale for Me

A few days ago I received advice to weigh in on the scale and to do so daily.  Others advise to weigh in once a week or once every two weeks.  In the past, during this start up process, I would weigh in-having a rough idea of what number would pop up on the screen- and then become ‘shocked’ when I saw it.  Invariably the next emotions would be anger and then depression.  We women know what comes with depression- usually chocolate, sometimes ice cream and in my case, the combination in the form of a Blizzard.  Instead of stepping on the scale, I went to Goodwill and bought two pairs of jeans.  For the past fourteen years my normal civilian attire did not include wearing a belt- sweat pants, athletic pants, stretch pants, fat pants.  The plan, for now, is to wear jeans and let clothing determine accomplishment.  When I go down a size and look like this I just might step on the scale. 

Great Exercise!