Take my week’s worth of rock-solid weigh-ins and take a well-deserved vacation from hopping on the scale every morning and creating compelling content for my blog (or just pumping out more of what I usually create instead).
I could see myself there on the boat, trying to talk a worm into plunging itself on the hook; “Just push yourself through this pointy part, you stupid worm… it won’t hurt you any more than it hurts a fish when a hook goes through his mouth-hole!”
But I know how this thing goes: I celebrate being good for a week and before I get a single nibble, I flounder and find I’ve gained more than a good-sized… ummm… flounder.
So I’m trading my rod-n-reel for a healthy meal.
Instead of rocking the boat, I’ll keep racking up miles on the treadmill.
Instead of torturing fish, I’ll torture myself.
I’m here to stay.
THE DAILY SCALEY
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