I’m bored with weight loss. I’m tired of thinking about it, tired of working for it, tired of the influence it has in my life. This is a bad week for that stuff anyway. The gym is closed Wednesday and Thursday, maybe there’s a yoga class in the morning, but nothing in the afternoon. I’m still going to hit the gym today and tomorrow, but I think I’m going to take a week off from the scale. Nor am I going to use this psychological vacation to eat with reckless abandon, or really do much differently than usual. I’m just not going to think about, measure or obsess on the number. I am going to see what else there is to do and think about without that distraction. And walk the dog between the rain storms.