To Weigh or Not to Weigh

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!!