I don’t feel witty or pithy (that’s not pissy with a lisp btw) this week. That 4.5 lb loss a couple of weeks ago seems to be mocking me and saying, “Juuuust kidding. Scale malfunction. Psych!” What I thought was a kickass start to my Diet Bet now seems like a nasty hoax.
Last week I wrote about how the scale can’t have all the power. This week, I feel like Cruella the Bitch is hollering in my head. “Oh, you think you’ve conquered the scale mind-f*ck, Lori? We’ll see about that, Little Miss Well Adjusted & Mentally … Continue reading ->