We loaned our scale to a friend for a week or so who needs to keep track of something for a medical reason; we didn’t pry. But I can’t weigh myself for a while, which is strangely liberating.
Not weighing myself is usually a bad sign and a predictor of future dumb behaviour. But this time I feel like I’m on an upswing: coming out of a big stressful period, things going well at work, volunteer life busy but productive.
Exercise is consistent, sleep has actually been pretty good (another up early back to bed day for me today), and I’ve been in the okay zone for food. Sobriety is obviously good.
No weighing for a week! We’ll see what happens. I didn’t leave off on a high note.