South Beach Update: The Line in the Sand

I’m sorry for not posting an update earlier today.  You see, the scale and I are currently not on speaking terms.

It all started last week. I realized I’d been unfaithful to the diet…and the scale, in the true spirit of Christian love, attempted to restore me gently.  I admit I was chastised and humbled, but I repented of my errant ways and vowed to renew our once-friendly relationship by sticking to the straight and narrow.

Things were going along perfectly for the first three days…I was doing my part and the scale was reflecting that, recording a loss of 4 lbs. in the first 3 days.  But then something changed.  Suddenly the scale was no longer as friendly.  I tried to figure out what was wrong: Had I done something?  Was it me?  Talk to me!  We can work this out!  But there was nothing.

And then, this morning, it all fell apart.  I got on the scale, and the scale said something ugly and hurtful and downright nasty.  And I got all worked up and made some angry retort.  The scale refused to see things my way no matter how hard I tried to get my point across and I got even madder and more frustrated and said more mean things…but the scale continued to stubbornly hold its ground and even went so far as to get the scale at the gym on its side!

So for a time, I think it’s best if we just spend some time apart.  Just until the scale becomes more reasonable and is willing to compromise a little, you understand.