Here's the thing about the scale: it sucks. I'm curious to know what the guy who invented it was thinking. You know what? Hang on. I'm gonna go see if I can find his name.
Holy hell! it was Leonardo Da Vinci in 1500.
Today I went to the gym and decided to weigh myself, knowing full well that I'm about to get my period and was completely water logged. A part of me was just hoping for a miracle I suppose. My day is always so much brighter when that little needle drops a notch or two... but today I was the SAME FREAKING WEIGHT as last week and I felt humiliated. There is no other word for it really.
I should feel good. I should feel great in fact. I haven't been bingeing or overly restrictive with food, and my exercise has been normal and healthy YET I feel like shit. I know it's just the eating disorder screaming at me for breaking our old rules, but it feels like I've done something wrong or I've let someone down.