I Took My Scale to the Curb.

We’re in a Trial Separation.

It sat in the corner of my bathroom like a smug little goblin.
Every morning, I’d step on it like I was meeting an ex I wasn’t over yet.
And every morning, it gave me the same gift: a number. Not progress. Not health. Just a number.

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So last week, I wrapped that scale in a pet food bag, marched it to the end of my driveway, and …