Facing the Music (or rather the Scale)

I know, I know. I feel off the face of the Earth again. But as I mentioned I will be focusing on my studies since I will be graduating in May and I really want to keep my GPA high for scholarship potential. I was so afraid of the scale that I actually threw mine out. I know some people feel free without the scale, but I have had so much anxiety from not knowing my weight. If I don't know it I just automatically assume the worst and then go directly to self-demotivating/binge on bad food mode. I gained it all back so what is another package of chips ahoy, or girl scout cookies at this point. I need to get a better handle on my pity me just eat everything mood. In reality, it does nothing but make me feel even worse because now I have actually ate everything. Literally.

I have been sick for about two weeks now and I finally decided to go to the Doctor. There I have to face my now arch-nemesis because they ALWAYS make you step on the scale. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look. Finally, once back in the exam room I had to know so I asked the nurse who was entering my information. What the hell was I afraid of this whole time? So I gained half a pound! Since January! I even had not been consistently going to the gym, just not using the elevators on campus. Which is not fun when you have a class on the fourth floor! I got this! I just need to maintain, or not stress, because I also stress eat. Lucky me. Well, I will update again in a couple of weeks as midterms are just around the corner.