Oh, that dang scale. Sometimes it's my worst enemy and sometimes it's my best friend. Right now, it's status could best be described as "frenemy." Its numbers aren't dropping, but they're not rising either. They're just...there. Taunting me.
But you know what? I really don't have the energy to care.
Life is kicking my butt right now. I'm still sick. I have the usual mountain of ridiculous deadlines to meet. And my house? Well, let's just say I wish there was something called "get your shit together leave." So, you know, you could take a few weeks off to take care of business.
But since this is the real world, no such thing is forthcoming. So instead, I continue to drag my exhausted ass from Point A to Point B, hoping not to cause any more chaos than absolutely necessary as I go.
I'm sure eventually I'll remember what it feels like to be healthy. And rested. But until then? I don't feel like battling the scale.