I have a love/hate relationship with my scale. When I lose weight, I LOVE my scale. When I lose weight, my scale is my best friend. When I lose weight, I twirl around the kitchen, dance with my scale, playfully hop on/off it and talk sweet nothings to it out of overwhelming gratitude. Those are the happy times. The rest of the time, I hate my scale! Or should I say… My scale hates me. You don’t believe me? Think I am crazy because I believe my scale has feelings? Well sit back, listen and read on.
I gained, GAINED?! Why do you do this to me scale? Why do you toy with my emotions like this? Why do you hate me so much? Whyyyyyyyy.
I told you, my scale hates me.