As you may recall, I have a love-hate relationship with my
bathroom scale, which currently resides underneath the bureau in my bedroom. It
used to live in the basement. I’ve since retrieved it from exile; however, it’s
still not on my list of favorite household items.
The past few months I’ve been
getting on the scale once a week. Most times I’m down 1-3 pounds. I like this.
It starts off my day with a few fireworks.
So yesterday, I hopped on the
dreaded beast and I’m up 2 pounds. OK. How? I pondered this a while and then
got back on the scale and was down 3.
Not sure if I needed a stronger eyeglass prescription, I climbed back on and
was up 4. At this point I was so disgusted, that I shoved the beast back under
the bureau and resolved never to use it
again.
So how to really know my weight
loss? Sure, I can figure out I’ve lost weight by the fact that none of my
clothes fit. But if I want a proper reading I need to get on a scale.
Since my current beast is out
of order I decided to bite the bullet and buy a new one (not husband…scale. You
knew that, right?).
I was shopping with my friend
Caroline and we went into the house wares section of a department store. They
had 2 choices of scales. The clearly better one was over $60. I was
flabbergasted. The last time I bought a scale it was something like $25. Ok,
that was 10 years ago. Well, I spit
that bullet right out and decided to keep the old beast and just put in a new
battery and voila…it works. And yes, I’ve lost a few more pounds.
Take that, you miserable old
beast!!