“200” Ugh.

I stepped off the scale and back on again.

“200” sigh I guess at least I don’t have one of those scales that talks. That might be even worse than seeing that same number every day. I was losing weight for months, it was just steadily falling away little by little, day by day until I hit this number, this “200” and maybe in my excitement I caused some sort of reaction in my body, because now it’s been exactly 20 days of 200. I keep hoping for that moment when the first number is once again a “1” even if it is just 199.9. Please, dear scale! Please!

I hold my breath, as though that would really help! And stiep back on, one last time. Maybe this being the 20th day will be my lucky break. I sqeeuze my eyes shut, unwilling to look for a moment. I sneak a glance with one eye peeking through my nearly closed lids and squeal like a happy little pig (oh, that is an ironic visual, eh?) because it has finally happened! 199.9!

Now… onward and downward we go. I think it’s time to go eat something… healthy!