[LouLouD]

Woke up this morning and . . .

Binge Eating Mum (BEM) : "morning little scales, what do you have in store for me today?"
Scales :"Why don't you step on and see??"
BEM:"But sometimes I don't like what you say to me"
Scales:"Well you won't know what I'm gonna say unless you step on?"
BEM:"Well I suppose just once today won't hurt?. . ."
Scales:"That's is my precioussss, steps on, that'sss it. . "

So, yes, my scales do seem to be channeling Gollum from Lord of the Rings and yes, it is a battle every time I enter my bathroom whether or not to weigh myself. The reading I get from that innocuous looking glass slab on the floor, can either set me up for a day of miserable food-debauchery or send me off on a pink cloud of happiness (tra la la)! Is my self-esteem so low that my daily mood can be dictated by this? It would seem so.

How do other binge eating peeps cope with this?