Conversations With My Scale
Before Weight Watchers:
ME: “What the hell do you mean I weigh that much?!!! You stupid scale. You’re probably calibrated wrong. There is no way in hell. It’s gotta be the uneven floor. Your overbearing mother didn’t love you enough, did it? I know she didn’t. You couldn’t measure up, could you? Mmm?! You seek self gratification by deflating others, you sick bastard!”
Scale: “???”
At this point, I kick the scale under the vanity and tromp off to the kitchen to presumably eat more crap to the soft and pitiful crying coming from the bathroom.
After Weight Watchers:
Me: “Oh. Dammit.”
Scale: “Bitch.”
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June 29th, 2009 at 11:44 am
SO you are saying I shouldn’t have kicked my scale outta the house for bad behaviour? That perhaps it was justified in its unfriendly notifications?
Oops!
June 29th, 2009 at 12:08 pm
Ouch. I know the scale is only a number, not a moral and value judgment, still, I’ve had to do away with mine as well. The boys have one… I gave it too much power over my self worth and state of emotional health.
I track my health/weight loss by clothing size and fitness level now. Not even my doctor knows what I weigh, I decline that as well when i go in to see her, just that it’s too much but slowly decreasing. :)
As always, ::hugs:: and positive thoughts to you in your quest!
July 1st, 2009 at 5:49 am
Your overbearing mother says to throw the little tyrannical bastard out!! Trust, grasshopper that your BODY will tell you what is right. As the East Coast Distributor of Guilt, I say”if it feels pleasurable, “Don’t eat it!”
Love
Mom