Every Saturday morning when I am getting ready to go to my weight watchers meeting I put on the same outfit, then I weigh myself. I do this to insure my scale is still working properly. There is nothing worse than losing weight and then finding out your scale is off by ten pounds-trust me, this happened to me once & it's a real downer!
This morning when I looked at the number on the scale I nearly fell over. I really felt like I had a good week-though my scale said otherwise. "Uhh what a drag, what a waste of time & money, why am I failing at this?" If I could write all the negative thoughts that went through my head this morning it would just be depressing so I will only share the main idea. If I gave up and didn't go to my meeting, what would happen? Yes I could go back to sleep for one thing, but then what? Recently when I told my life long friend & cousin how I had gained 2.8 pounds back she reminded me that if I quit weight watchers it would probably be a lot more than that. So this morning I dragged my sorry butt to the meeting feeling like, OK this sucks but I have to do it because what's the alternative?
An amazing thing happened when I got to my meeting & stepped on their scale-I actually didn't gain any weight! I know-it's not exactly a miracle but it is still very wonderful and I guess that means my scale is broken.
"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see ." -C.S.Lewis