Step on scale:
I really need to lose some weight. No, that would require eating less and exercising more. Ignore that annoying voice.
Step on scale next day:
I really need to lose some weight. Maybe if I just nurse Henry until he is five the weight will go away. Oh well.
Again with the scale:
I need to lose twenty pounds. Maybe I should try for ten first. Ten is a much more friendly number. I guess I'll have to eat less and exercise more. But if I quit eating when I'm not hungry, what will I do when I'm bored? And I don't have time to exercise. I'm so busy . . . blogging. It would be so convenient if rather than lose weight, I could just misplace it. I misplace my keys and glasses all the time with no inconvenience or trouble whatsoever.
Hello scale, my old nemesis. I really need to lose some weight. Oh, now I need to lose more than I needed to lose yesterday. How delightful. You know what else is delightful? That coconut chocolate chip cookie recipe. I haven't made those in awhile. I'm off to the kitchen.