The scale has been obnoxiously taunting me the past six months, because I’ve been stuck at the same weight for what seems like an eternity. Granted, it was just a few pounds above where I needed to be, but when you’re five-foot nothing, every bit counts. As much as I wanted to get back to where I started, I reluctantly became content to live out the rest of my days a bit heavier than I’d like. However, I was taken by surprise when I stepped on the scale a few mornings ago, and I was just one pound shy of where I started at. I was elated.