Whenever I visit my parents house I always fall back into an old unhealthy habit of weighing myself.
I don’t have a scale at home because otherwise I get obsessed with numbers and I’ve done a lot of work over the years to have a healthy outlook on weight and my body but as soon as I arrive at my parents place I check out my weight.
I’ll weigh myself every time I’m in the bathroom. Pre-poop. Post-poop. Before a shower. After a shower. After I put my clothing on. After I brush my teeth.
My parents have had this scale since the 80’s and it was my teenage nemesis. I’m going to ask them to “will” it to me and then one day I will have my revenge and smash it into 1000 pieces “Office Space style”.
Looooove it. Rock on!
I should trash my scale – that thing tortures me every day.
I either need a scale that I use once a week to keep me at a weight I am comfortable with or I do without and just judge my weight by how my clothes fit. I can’t handle the occasional look, it freaks me out.
I love this. and you! woohoo!