Patience. I must find patience.

Saturday was the last time I stepped on the scales to weigh myself.  It is driving me crazy.  I want to know ... am I up or down?  How up or down am I?  I did not realize how obsessed I was with the obsession of weighing every morning.  I must resist.  I must learn to practice patience.  But the suspense may just kill me

Warning ... my actual weight may be vary from what is shown ...  Truth be known, this is how much I weighed when I got married, a mere 30 years ago.  And one last thought for today .... can someone be obsessed about not being obsessed?  Inquiring minds want to know!