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I think of my scale as a self-inflicted instrument of
torture. I can’t tell you how many I’ve thrown away and then bought new ones. Seldom in my life has getting
on a scale made me feel just rosy. So
why do it? My compulsion is created and driven by
the media, by their standards of body size that are impossible for most to achieve. It’s driven by the beliefs of my parents who
were also educated by the media and taught me those same mistakes.

I’ve invented a new way of measuring weight loss and it
always leaves me feeling good. I have a
small plastic clip on the seatbelt in my SUV that keeps the durn thing away
from my neck. When I clip the seatbelt
in, and then loop it through that plastic clip, I then make a mark on the
seatbelt itself with a ballpoint pen. (Hey,
even if you sell the car, who the heck examines seatbelts?). In a week or two, I do it again and see the
progress.

I have lost four inches in the last two weeks. That four inches feels so much better to me
than anything my scale might regurgitate. I’d recommend you create a new form of the measurement of your progress. Heck, go ahead and use mine if you want to.

Love,

Pat

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