Confessions of an eating disordered houseguest

I have a confession to make. 

When I come to your house and you have a scale in your bathroom, I weigh myself.

Then, I move the scale slightly and weigh myself again to see if the numbers change based on the slant of your floor.

If the scale registers a “too high” number, I don’t eat as much as I would otherwise.  If it registers a “low” number, I’m good to chow down.

*sheepish grin*

*bows head*