I started my day the same way I ended it. Frustrated.
Lately, I've been having a hate-hate relationship with my scale. First reason to hate it is that it is unreliable. When I step on the scale, the numbers vary so much, I don't even know what to record. I'm aiming for 3 consistent readings, but I can rarely get them. I'm seeing numbers that vary almost 2 pounds!
The second reason I'm hating my scale now is that *if* I can get a number to show up 3 times in a row...well, I'm NOT liking the number I see. ::whine::
So, I don't even know what to record for my weigh-in today. And, because of that, I had a mini-meltdown this morning...over.a.scale. (Soooooooooo embarrassed :( )
My dh was kind, understanding and patient with his crazy, irrational, self-absorbed wife. But, I wasn't wanting to hear his "you know you're doing the right things" words of love. I wanted to be angry, picked-on, and put-out.
Yep. That's how I started my day. ::hanging head::
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This is a challenging journey, so your gracious encouragement is quite welcome.