The dreaded scale

For some reason I can wrap my head around measurements more easily than I can the dreaded scale. Although it sucks to know that the length of measuring tape that just came away from my stomach could easily wrap twice around Candice the super cute IF receptionist, it still doesn't make me want to curl up in my bed and cry (with chocolate in-hand preferably). The scale, however, is another story! I did go to the store today and purchase a fancy (and pretty....I thought that might help) scale for my own private weekly weigh ins. I am not to the point that I can do it in front of my fitness team but it is a start and I can at least track my weight loss and body fat percentage from home :)