Something wonderful happened yesterday: my scale broke. This is great because it relieves me of the pressure of deciding whether or not to constantly check my weight. I can’t now. There’s still a scale in my parents’ bathroom, but I can’t sneak in there every hour, which means that I will have to stop knowing what my weight is all the time. And I will have to focus on other things.
I’m not inclined to replace the battery in my scale any time soon.