I threw out my scale today.

I’d LIKE to say that it was some sort of grand New Year’s statement breaking free from an image-conscious culture.

…But in reality, the battery died this morning and it’s a super old relic left by an exboyfriend years ago. I just need one that’s prettier and easier to clean. But I refuse to connect one to the cloud. The only thing worse for my sanity than regular weigh-ins is having the results recorded for all time.

No New Year’s resolution on weight, though. Just want to stay the same size, maybe get back on the workout wagon once the January joiners have cleared out of the system. My gym gets so overrun they’ll literally hand you cash not to park on-site. If you’re braving the gym soon, good luck and godspeed.