The end of a relationship...

I took a break over the holidays for one month.  I didn't exercise and I know I had celebratory drinks, and lots of home cooking.  So I was a bit shocked when I returned home and got on my scale to find out I had lost almost ten pounds.  How could it be?  Maybe all that marathon training I had been doing finally kicked in? Finding it hard to believe, especially when my clothes didn't seem that much looser.  But who doesn't want to enjoy losing ten pounds.  So I didn't think much more about it, and off I went.

I've been weighing myself about once a week for the last bazillion years, I mean I think I've had this scale since college. So about a week later, I popped on the scale again.  And what would you know.  I lost another ten pounds!  Thinking if I had lost almost twenty pounds my current clothes should be hanging on me like sacks, but instead they fit just fine, I had to confront that my scale could no longer be trusted.  Even if it was telling me the sweetest things ever.  

Now if I had been smart, I would have just put the scale on eBay, as a scale that lies to you, telling you've lost substantial weight.  I'm sure I could have made thousands.  Unfortunately, since I could not trust the scale anymore, I just tossed it.  The garbage man took it away yesterday.  If he has any idea, he could dig it out and make a mint. 

Now to find a new bathroom scale, it seems that simple scales that just tell you how much you way are completely out of style.  Now they have bathroom scales that give complete body fat analysis and an entire host of other factoids about your body.  As if seeing your weight each day wasn't enough.  I have no idea what I'll do to replace it yet.  Maybe I'll just enjoy that its gone for awhile, and see about getting one when I'm done with all my marathon madness.  Yeah, now that seems like a great idea.

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