This is how I feel without my scale.
The other day, I actually cried when I saw the space my scale used to occupy.
This morning after I didn’t go to the doctor, therefore didn’t get to know my current weight, I decided I needed me scale back.
I emailed my counselor, telling her this.
She responded, “I didn’t have the chance to see you today and I’m out until Tuesday. Make sure to talk to [nutritionist] about this, and I’d like to talk to you about it, too. I know it’s really difficult once you give that thing up…hang in there.”
I don’t want to hang in there, and I don’t want to wait until Tuesday to get my scale back. I am frustrated.