Ever talk to your scale? I do it all the time. As if it has ears or the ability to speak. I ask it questions like 'What the f***?' or "What, are you kidding me?" or I issue after the fact threats like "Good thing." or "About time." Often it's short editorials like "Unbelievable." or "Not again." I laugh at it, tsk at it, snort at it, scorn it, hate it, love it, and often want to throw it out the window or stomp it to death. I do know that it's just a simple machine - but it takes some of the responsibility off of me if I can blame my gain or my lack of loss on my little friend the bathroom scale. I just ignore the fact that it's a simple scientific formula of how many calories in and how many calories burned that creates weight loss or gain and instead I blame it all on the scale. I haven't given my scale a name yet - that would take it to a whole other level of personalization. Kind of a creepy level. Some people never weigh themselves. I weigh myself too often. I wieigh myself before I go to bed and figure that I should weigh two pounds less than that in the morning because that's the usual difference between by early morning and late night weight. And if I'm not down two in the morning - (and I do weigh myself every morning as well) who takes the wrath? The scale, of course. Kind of like blaming your car for running out of gas when you're the one who didn't fill it up. Or being mad at your husband for all kinds of things that he had no clue he was supposed to do.
I don't think I'll ever be friends with my scale. I think it's always going to be a love hate kind of thing. Some of that hate going around again this morning as I weighed in at 208. And my question to my frenemy? "What? Again??"