It's true.
I have not weighed myself since late October, mainly because I fear what the scale will read.
You see, the scale is your friend when you're losing weight.
You step on with the confidence of knowing the reading will be less than it was the last time you took this particular adventure.
You're excited about every weigh in, because you can feel your progress, in the clothes that are not as snug and see it in the cheeks that are no longer as chubby.
This is not the case with me. The scale is not my friend.
I hate the scale. It terrifies me.
When I think of weighing myself, I get lightheaded. I dread it like I dread going to the dentist, standing in line anywhere and long work meetings.
The thought of weighing myself makes me break out into a cold sweat.
I almost fainted the last time I did it, when I saw the scale tip past 279 - the heaviest I've ever been.
Now, I'm fearful of it.
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