Stephanie made a comment somewhere about how her husband doesn't know how much she weighs. It's like that commercial where the people are dragging the scales from their ankle with a chain. I am so ruled by the scale. It is difficult to not get on it every day. My husband and I tell each other everything, but that is the one thing he doesn't know - my weight. I'd die if he knew I was over 300 pounds. When I go to the doctors office and get weighed, I usually have to say "You are too kind" and shove the weight over on the metal bar from 200 to 300. They are usually surprised but facts are facts. I am even extra careful that my husband doesn't see my weight on the computer or in any of my medical records. How do you all deal with the scale and numbers and how does it rule your day?
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