I've often read that people who exercise with a friend are more apt to go to the gym. It's easier to break promises to yourself than it is to disappoint a friend. Knowing that your workout partner is waiting for you makes you get up and put your shoes on and walk out the door. I've been wishing for a workout partner. Someone who would help keep me on the straight and narrow path toward weight loss. I have friends I swim with but our schedules only allow for this once in a while. It just won't work out to be a regular thing. I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself for being partner-less until this morning. I weighed in - we all know what that's like. The dread/anticipation of facing that number in the little window. I've had a streak of great days and a couple of workouts in the pool. I was expecting good news. But as it often does the scale did not do what I wanted and instead it showed a gain. A gain! And not a little gain but two full pounds. The anger was immediate. WTF? I have done everything I'm supposed to be doing and not only is there no pay off - there's a big slap in the face. I considered throwing the scale through the closed window. I considered taking the scale to the kitchen and attacking it with several large knives. Deflated and discouraged I left the scale where it was - a nasty metallic square who daily taunts me. As I walked out of the bathroom my thoughts were something like this: "What's the point? I might as well be eating sugar if I'm just going to gain weight. I can't believe it." And lots more of that. Lots of feeling sorry for myself - lots of oh, poor me. But then I remembered this blog. And the people who are reading it. And though I might not have met you, you are out there somewhere. And I think some of you might just be cheering me on. I thought about how bad I would feel if I had to admit breaking my streak and caving in to the call of sugar. Having to admit to all of you that I let the scale dictate my behavior. I do have a partner - a virtual partner - you! So thanks for following my journey. Thanks for showing up in my head just when I was about to fall off the wagon. Thanks for allowing me to say the following - great day so far. Fruit for breakfast. A pretty salad of veggies and turkey for lunch. No sugar in my house or my car and no desperate voices in my head telling me to get in my car and make a sugar run.  Thanks, partner.