I’m scared of a little white square.
Glass, plastic, batteries and a wicked fast connection to the internets. Why on Earth would an intelligent woman be afraid of a box with blue numbers?
Because of what those numbers say about ME.
I’d love to say that every week I make it through without incident. Always making the best and healthiest decision. I don’t. I try hard though, dammit. I’m afraid that the sum total of my trying to make good food choices and trying to move my body won’t be enough to make the scale move down. I’m afraid of feeling that failure because it makes me feel so hopeless…like I’m doomed to be this obese misery my entire life.