Day 13 Lost Without My Scale

Woke up this morning and my first thought was about my bathroom scale. My second thought was that I am fasting from my scale. I got up...visited the restroom...and headed quickly out to the kitchen to get my coffee. I knew that the first sip of that delicious brew would seal the deal for the day. I never use the scale unless it is first thing in the morning and when not one drop of anything has passed my lips. One sip down and I am released emotionally from the scale's pull. After I was sipping that dark liquid for a few minutes, and I felt that a measure of sanity was returning...I went back into the bathroom and looked at the scale. "Stronger measures are surely required here", thought I. I padded back out to the kitchen and found a shopping bag with strong handles. I placed the scale into the bag...bid a fond farewell and hung the bag with scale over a hook in the clothing closet where it shall stay until April 1. I gave a tug to a nearby turtleneck and a suit jacket and matching skirt set...pulling them around the hook to sufficiently cover up any temptation. My scale hangs in the closet and I am free to go about my day. I will be doing dinner and a movie with a friend today...dinner is at Applebees...looked up the menu online and found a series of delicious looking entrees which average around 550 calories. Knowledge is power. I will enter that restaurant this evening having already made a decision about what I will order. I need to avoid "surprise attacks" when it concerns restaurants and food. Everyone have a blessed and successful day as we wade together through the swamp of food, weight and scales...