One of my favorite books is Oh, the Places You'll Go by the wise Dr. Suess. If you have never bought it, read it, or gave it as a gift (it makes wonderful gifts for graduates)...I wanted to share a little snippet with you...and yes...it IS band related!
This comes from right in the middle of the book:
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
And I know what you are thinking. I am nuts. But it applies to us because...it talks about hair (ie hair loss), waiting for a yes or no (for insurance approval)...
and most importantly...it talks about being stuck in useless place.
LIKE WHEN THE SCALE WON'T MOVE
Mr. Scale has been stuck all week. I have been a good girl. No Sunkist (31 days clean). Working out. Eating right. I thought maybe it was because my Lady Station was being visited by Auntie Flo. But she left. No movement on the scale. Then I thought it was because of DOMS, bc my muscles were really sore from working out. But that's better. AND THEN I thought it was because I ate chili several times this week, and that's a lot of sodium...but that should be gone now.
So I don't know. But I am trying to listen to the advice I give others. Keep making the right choices and hold tight. The scale will move.
I hate the Waiting Place.