I don't usually get too mad.
I tend to take things in stride and work through things that need it.
But when that stupid scale told me I gained 1 1/2 pounds this week, I was seeing red.
I have been very diligent these last few weeks on my morning and late afternoon exercise routines.
And the eating has not been out of control either.
It is quite discouraging, and it makes one wonder: why bother?
As my husband kept telling me: Because it makes you feel good to do your exercises.
And that is worth it.
Besides, muscle weighs more than fat, but it's denser and smaller.
I suppose, but I still despise that scale.
I really felt like throwing it right out the door this morning - but I just would have regretted it later.