I woke up.
Stretched.
Marveled at my own bad breath.
Did morning business.
Weighed self...
...163.0.
Blinked.
Weighed self again.
164.9.
Got confused.
Again.
167.2
Again.
165.0
AGAIN.
163.4!
GAVE THE FUCK UP, so I went used my parents scale, which is this super expensive one, and it gave me accurately every time I stepped on it
163.2.
So I'm using that. And getting a new scale. Because clearly, my claims of demonic possession were right on.
(That or my four year old bb has finally gone haywire, likely due to age and being dropped many times. Or the battery could be dying. But demonic possession is much more awesome sounding.)
So...I don't know how long my plateau really lasted
because apparently my scale has been playing mind games with me.
Oh well.
I think I met my goal this week?
Fuck if I know anymore! D:
I JUST WANT A SCALE THAT WORKS!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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I wish my scale would screw up and say "85" even if I knew it wasn't true. I'd still be ecstatic, if only for a few minutes.
ReplyDeleteThank you for being here. :D
Kinda funny that the whole time you're panicking about your plateau, your weight has actually been going down and your scales are just stupid :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad it was just your scale! definitely demonic possession...
ReplyDelete& you are awesome!
Ok...seriously time for a new scale.
ReplyDeleteBut congrats on the loss! :)
no plateau !!!
ReplyDeleteso happy for yu
luv yur blog demonic possession lmao
I hate when my old scale did that.
ReplyDeleteBut your doing great!
Keep it up! :]
xox