So I heard this pretty silly/cool analogy a few months ago, and for some reason was thinking of it today. It really hit home when I heard it; not only did it give me a good laugh, it was something I really thought about.
I know for me, I can really let the scale make or break my day. Hasn't been too bad lately, since I gave my scale to my therapist (where it is awaiting execution...we are going to throw it off a building sometime soon...no, seriously, we are really going to do that =]) But I have tx tomorrow, and I am always concerned about what the number is going to be when I go in. And I guess lately, it has been affecting what I eat the night before and that morning.
But if I really think about it, how stupid is that?? I am letting an appliance control how I am feeling!!
Would you let your toaster oven ruin your day?
You: "Hey, whats wrong? You seem kinda down today..."
Me: "Dude, it's my toaster oven; it has totally screwed up my whole day!"
Kinda silly, right?
