Today, I stepped on the scale for the first time in one month. I thought I got over this obsessive compulsive need to weight myself...I guess not =/
I dont want to say how much weight I gained because in doing so, I would have to face my ultimate failure.

I have failed.

Im no longer stick-thin like my barbies =/ How very dissappointing (sigh!)
At least now my chest doesnt look as boring and my tushy....well now I have something to look at unlike before.

I love my new me, really I do.

Maybe tomorrow I'll see something different to hate.

Like maybe my cellulite or how my tummy likes to do the, "rolling-dance" you know like the 70's show where they dance on roller-blades and do the wave?

Nevermind.

I'm going to have to remove that idiotic scale from my bathroom because I keep thinking that its beckoning me to weight myself--as if its my mate or something.

I'm not crazy.