But there were all these teachers from other private schools looking at the building & our stuff.

So that’s the end of that.

Then, on the way home, I realized why I’m so attached to the scale: The two stretches of time that I went without weighing myself both ended up at unhealthy extremes.

The first was that semester in college I got obsessed and worked out too much and ate too little. I didn’t have a scale, and really didn’t care what it said. I just wanted to get smaller and make my stomach go away. I had a tape measure to track my progress and that was it.

The other stretch of time I didn’t weigh myself was when I was gaining, for obvious reasons. 

Right now I’m more worried about slipping into the lower extreme if I stay away. I’m afraid that I’ll allow the number on the tape measure to get smaller when I wouldn’t let the scale keep dropping. I know I keep going back and forth on this. I know I need to work on finding a healthy balance without the scale. I just don’t think I’m ready to give it up yet.