Thursday, February 07, 2013
i have had my bathroom scales for more than twenty years. This is a relationship that has lasted longer than any of my marriages. I had a basement flood and my poor scales were a casualty. I am grieving. I got on those scales EVERY DAY! And now they're gone. Well, not gone. They should be gone but I haven't the heart to pitch them yet and the ground is frozen so a proper burial is out of the question. Next week--I will throw them out next week. Can I get SparkPoints for that?
A new set is out of my budget; I could barely squeeze in my gym membership.
Now there is a set of fancy scales at the gym. But I have to get on them fully dressed. After breakfast. After my requisite morning coffee. They register 4 pounds more than my dearly departed fatometer. I'm trying to convince myself that this is a baseline, an entry point into my rekindled fitness program but it's just not the same. I've been through worse. I will adjust. It will just take time.