A scale with no batteries.

We moved house on Halloween, and in the process, my scale lost it's batteries.  

I have avoided quite successfully, replacing the batteries to the scale.  The scale, with it's cracked plastic face, still weighs and measures quite accurately and is that what I am afraid of?  It hasn't been very long since I checked in with that scale.  And my eating hasn't changed much at all, as it never does.  I eat what doesn't kill me, and occasional OH MY GOD I MIGHT DIE BECAUSE I ATE THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE WARNED ME foods.  I have been one of the most boring-est eaters since weight loss surgery you might ever know.  

What I do know is that I am in need of clothes, it's nearly winter and I was wearing maternity clothes in a bigger size last year, and I have nothing right now that fits me appropriately and I really did not want to start this season in my kids' hand me downs.  I am in that NO YOU CAN'T GAIN ANYMORE range, I know it.  I don't need a scale to tell me that I can hold up a pair of size 14 jeans on my regain butt. 

Then again, I'm also okay at this size, because it's also where I land every time I just simply eat what I feel like having without drama. Does that make any sense to you?  I feel like if I just added exercise to my current-state-of-toast-and-protein, I would trickle back to my tighter self.  Honestly, it's the lack of Doing, not the Poor Eating.  I am a decent, not super, decent, better than many, eater.  A few days a week of moving my ass would really do the trick.

Could someone just sell that as an edible product  -- motivation?  Because I don't have it.  Aside from running a 13 month old up and down stairs, it's just not happening.  All the advice in the world, I'll find excuses.  

off to find some batteries and weigh-in

Don't ever hire movers. Or, just don't move. Don't buy houses. Shout out to Casey Movers of Rockland, MA!

I know I haven't blogged in regular blogs, but we've spent the last two weeks moving -- and move day (s) turned into Hell Week.

This is mostly why.

Thank you CASEY MOVERS of Rockland, MA. (Waits for ads to change)

After a failed "full pack," Casey's "professional packers" left us with truck loads of stuff to pack before our buyers came to the house for their final real estate walk through.  We were thoroughly embarrassed as we packed the last of our household into our own cars in the pouring rain, while the 18-wheeler LEFT US without taking everything.

On move in day, the movers showed up hours and hours LATE.  After arriving, the mover team leader informed us that they "did not feel like" unloading the truck" and were going to go home for the night.  WE WAITED ALL DAY LONG IN AN EMPTY HOUSE AND GOT BABYSITTERS TO UNLOAD THIS TRUCK.  They did not "feel like" emptying the truck and wanted to sleep.  The smell of vanilla cigars OVERWHELMED ME and I was disgusted at the men sleeping in my street in the van.  

We asked that if they were going to LEAVE, please unhook the trailer in front of the property.  They attempted to turn around the 53 foot truck in our brand-new cul-de-sac and GOT IT STUCK.  Then, after un-sticking it, they TIPPED IT OVER!