Too Much Perfection?

This weekend I stepped on the scale and the number that appeared was not one that I wished to see. In the matter of a few days, I'd suddenly jumped up to that dreaded weight that I'd told myself if I reached it, I'd immediately begin dieting.

But wait!

I've been on prednisone for 5 weeks. Couldn't that cause the weight gain, I reasoned.

Yes, yes. That has to be it, I convinced myself. I decided I'd keep a close eye on it to see if it fluctuated further over the following days.

Then yesterday I stepped on the scale again. As I peered down, waiting for that digital declaration, it dawned on me that I was standing on the scale...



(wait for it...)



...while holding a homemade chocolate chip cookie.



Now, I'm not sure if that means I have food issues. Or weight issues.


I'm gonna guess both.