The Deadly Scale

Here’s a flip. Hope I can hold onto it!  Got on the scale this morning, like I always do. Like I expect the Fat Fairy to come overnight and devour the flab. Anyway, I looked at the number on the scale, not higher, not lower, same old, same old. And down in the dumps I went. Then I took my own advice and flipped it. I could be starving, that’s good. If I was stranded with a group of people who had nothing to eat, I’d be the last to die! And of course, the one that makes the best sense, I can control that number, so get with the program, girl.