I believe I have a love/hate relationship with my scale; sounds bizarre doesn’t it. I depend on this ridiculous thing in the morning, which allows me to feel wonderful for the day or worthless and a failure. I’d honestly wish to throw it out the window, yet I can’t, it’s become an addiction to weigh in every morning. Mind-boggling how an object made of metal with a dial and numbers can take control of your life.
Still struggling with this eating disorder, and I suppose you could say…”You really have an eating disorder when your scale is…..”