Not wanting to face the scale.

I haven't been on the treadmill for about a week. I've been marking down my calories in drinking some water or not enough. So I've been dreading and worrying I've gained a few pounds. When I woke this morning I pull out my scale and stepped on it thinking the worst was going to happen. I lost 2 pounds and couldn't have been happier. If I had stepped on the scale a few days ago. If the results wouldn't have been great I would have been looking at the facts not worrying about probabilities. Happy dance!