The scale tells me everything I do not wish to hear. It's such a negative object. I hope, in time, I will love my scale. But as soon as that scale will change me as a person in a negative way, I'll trash it. Promised!
You don't know me yet, maybe you do. If you don't, you will get to know me by reading this blog. If you know me, you might learn more about me, reading this blog, since I don't have the time to keep up with all of you. I'm a witty, young at heart hobby cook, always in for a good time, craving carbs but not eating many. An open book to many, spontaneous, outgoing, loving and caring personality with Type 1 diabetes.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A number on a scale
I know I'm much more than a number on a scale. On some days though, that number takes over my life. It determines the outcome of my day. It tells me I'm not healthy. It tells me I need to work out. It tells me my appearance is not great. Some days, I would like to fling the scale through the window. But I'm sure it'll come back like a boomerang.
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