Caution: Scale rage ahead

On Sunday's episode, Ruby had a meltdown when she  discovered that the scale she'd been using at home was 25 or 30 pounds lower than the scale in her doctor's office. Ouch!

The show ended with Ruby and her housemates destroying the defective scale with hammers and concrete blocks.

Oh, yeah. You go, girl. The Queen has to brace herself for trips to the doctor's office, knowing that she's going to weigh several pounds more on the doctor's scale than at home what with the added weight of clothing, shoes, food and drinks, jewelry...heavy mascara, air in her lungs, hairspray...

But 25-30 pounds more? Whew. She doesn't even want to contemplate her shock, rage, despair and humiliation in that scenario.

However, it also came out that Ruby had been slacking off -- hadn't been food journaling, had been skipping workouts and had been eating out more instead of eating the diet meals.

Oh, yeah, the Sugar Queen can name that tune in two notes. "Screwin'  up," it's called.

Every so often the Sugar Queen needs a gentle reminder (okay, more like a whack up side the head with Denise Austen and a truckload of lettuce) about accountability:  the importance of painstakingly writing down every morsel that passes her lips, of moving her royal ass on a semi-regular basis a little farther than from the refrigerator to the couch and back, and of staying somewhere in the general neighborhood of "on plan."

And she needs to realize now and forever that she can't go back to her 272-pound lifestyle if she wants to have a 150-pound body.

Many a time has the Queen wanted to hurl the scale across the room into the throne when it gave her the results she'd earned, not the results she wanted.

Thankfully, that's not been recently.

But thanks for the reminder, Ruby.

If you want to be somebody else, 
If you're tired of losing battles, baby, with yourself,  
If you want to be somebody else, 
Just change your mind.
("Change your mind"  - Sister Hazel)

The Queen is...
Relishing the NSVs of wearing three new pair of slacks and a top that she bought last year and could not fit into before now, and being told often by her sweet, loving husband that she looks great.

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