<font color="purple">I hate scales!
Here's why:

1. I had a plan of losing weight this summer
2. So far?
Not happening, but eh, that's my fault for not giving it my all. At least I'm sort of maintaining my weight instead of gaining it...right? I mean, that's what I can tell by the mirror at least.

Well, my mom doesn't have a scale, so I decided "Hey now, why not weigh myself today?" on my Dad's. Okay...not the brightest idea that I've had...I mean, I was non and I was retaining water weight from certain hormone cycles which-shall-not-be-named aaaand I've been trying really hard to put a stop to my compulsive eating (again) with mixed results.

Guess what?
According to the stupid thing I was back at my starting weight.
And no, not the one I started on this year
But the one I started on LAST year, which is a few punds heavier
Big deal in my book.

Self esteem: Dropped about 50 points.
Depressive thoughts: up about 50 points
Likelyhood of over eating because of this: x100 ...again.

Grrr. Scales.</font>