Have you ever owned something you just can't let go of even when it no longer works as intended? What am I asking, of course you have. Thus begins the tale of my two scales.
A few years ago, maybe in 2008, I joined Curves
(which I didn't really give my all but that's for another post on another day) and decided to buy a new scale. I had an old rotary dial scale for many years, I think since I went to college, but wanted to move into the digital age
. So off I went to Bed Bath & Beyond and I found what I thought was a great scale.
It was digital, measured within .1 lbs with a .2lbs margin of error, measured body fat composition and hydration, it could keep records customized for up to 5 family members and what's better, buying it meant a donation of a portion of the proceeds would go breast cancer research. Yes sir-e-bob, it was pink and white with a big digital display and shiny recpetors for sending tiny electrical pulses for measuring body composition. I thought, "this is going to be awesome!" Paid the $100 or so cost and went home. And it was awesome for about 6 months then it went bonkers. My weight on the scale could fluctuate by 5- 20 lbs within minutes
. I cleaned the receptors, changed the battery, moved it all over the house looking for a perfectly flat spot, nothing made a difference. It was clearly on the fritz. So, why do I still own this scale to this day? Why does it still sit in the prime spot in the bathroom? Because I refused to toss something I paid $100 for, because I keep hoping it will magically start working properly again, I know, none of that is rational. The only rational reason is that it still measures body composition relatively accurately.
After finally admitting that the mac-daddy scale wasn't going to be accurate for weighing in purposes early last year, I went to a discount store to buy whatever but while I was there, I saw a cheap digital scale and purchased it. Cost me $10 or $15, had to change the battery once and it's worked perfectly since then. It is as accurate as the WW scale they use at meetings and the fancy scale at the gastric bypass surgeon's office. It only measures weight but that's all I need it to do right now and it sits in my closet so I can remember to weigh before I get dressed.
So what's the lesson here? I guess it's that you don't need the fanciest equipment, sometimes the simpliest things are better. Either that or your take-away can be that I am completely insane.