My scale is broken. I feel happy about that, yet sad.
Happy because maybe I am less and maybe I haven't truly been bouncing back and forth between the same two numbers for weeks/months.
I am happy because I might not be mental in thinking all of the hard work I've been putting forth has garnered a mere 2-4 weight loss for foreeeeverrrrrr.
Sad that my "trusty" scale is not really trusty.
Sad because now I will have to either go to Marcs by the pharmacy and weigh myself in front of random strangers on that giant scale and subtract 4 pounds from that (the pharmacist told Beth and I it adds 4 pounds) or go to my gym in the wee hours after I pee before I shower (maybe I will weigh myself on the days I swim in the morning...?)
Sad that I wasted 20 bucks on a freaking scale that is crap. I at least know I am not going crazy!!!!!!!!
I found out it was broken when this morning I did my usual ritual (go 1 and 2 if applicable, wear my underwears, place the scale on the exact same tile square in my kitchen and step on and look forward. 224.2 WTF. It said this for the last two weeks and if it wasn't that number it was 226.4 for weeks. I took a 28 ounce can of diced tomatoes out of the cupboard and did the exact thing. STILL 224.2.
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O.o That explains A LOT.
Damn scale.