Wednesday, March 15, 2006


So my husband bought a scale.

The kind that you stand on and it flashes this number at you and you think "holy man do I need to lose weight".

I have never personally owned a scale before.
I have never wanted to own a scale.
I was, in fact, dead set against a scale being in our house for the longest time.

When I started at the gym they weighed me, and I told them I didn't want to see what I weighed. I didn't care, I didn't want to know.

Now I know.

Now I have a scale, in my bathroom.

A scale that will track your weight loss/gain, if you program your original weight into the scale.

I am now, obsessed with the scale.

I weigh myself everytime I pass it. I am getting a close to accurate reading of how much each article of clothing I own weighs by removing a piece every time I weigh myself... "how much do I weigh in just socks?"

I am working my way up to actually saving my weight in it (its okay now that I know, but what if my husband saw?)

I like the scale though. It told me I lost 8 pounds.


The scale is my new best friend!


  1. My husband is very fond of saying - "you can't lose what you can't measure" or some other rather weird combination that makes me think he wants a scale.
    I am too afraid to have a scale...
    Maybe I could program it so that I weigh waaaaay more than I do so that it always thinks I have lost tons of weight...hummmm

  2. Get on it and hold a dog!

  3. hmm, I have actually weighed myself before and after peeing to see if it makes a difference.

  4. Okay, and all our little dolls are too funny