I’ve been avoiding the scale like the plague. It feels like if I’m not working out like a maniac then I’m destined to fail. With good reason, too, I suppose. In the past, the second I step off the scale I also step into bad habits. Blinding myself to that scale number also makes it kind of okay to put whatever I feel like in my mouth. If I can’t see the gain on the scale, it’s not happening, right? In the recent past, this has made me gain, then have to lose an extra ten to twenty pounds of Christmas weight along with the weight I already wanted to lose… So, every once in a while I manage to to screw up my courage and hop on the scale! It usually happens in a burst- I wonder what I weigh, assess my day, peel off my clothes, pee out any remaining ounces and jump on the scale. I hold my breath and stand tiptoe, because that helps, you know. You’re lighter on your tiptoes, you know. Today I weighed in at 197, on my tiptoes and every other way! I haven’t gained- I’m LOSING weight! Yahoo!