So i guess i should start off by explaining part one of my bathroom scale battles. It was 2005, Emma was a baby and i decided i should buy a bathroom scale so i could keep track of my weight loss. So baby Emma and i pack up into the car, head to wal-mart and go to the scale department. After getting over the sticker shock of how much a bathroom scale costs these days, i pick out an not super-expensive-but-will-get-the-job-done bathroom scale, pay too much for what in my mind anyone should pay for something that is going to tell them they are fat, and head home.
i hope on the scale....EEEEEK THAT was scarry. write down the number and swear i'm gonna exersize more, eat better, and all that jazz.
a week later later i've been doing my workouts, staying away from chips and soda so i decide to get on the scale again.....WTF i GAINED a POUND!! i was soo upset i get off the scale, scamper away muttering words that i will not repeat.
so a MONTH later i have been not eating junk, not drinking soda, working out and doing everything i should be doing, i get on the scale again and i still weigh the same.....i was soooo pissed i kicked it across the bathroom floor.....and ever since it has told me i weigh 120lbs (more like 130 in reality!)
SO now fastforward to 2007, i have Emma who is 2 1/2, Natalie who is almost 4 months, and a fat roll that makes me wanna puke. I figured out that my scale is off by about 10lbs, so i have just been adding that onto whatever it tells me.....but this morning i ALMOST kicked it across the bathroom floor again because i am just not happy with the number it is telling me (which i am not going to disclose). i refrained because i did not want to upset the baby who was sitting in the bouncie seat on the bathroom floor....but let me tell ya if i don't lose some weight soon i'm gonna start getting really angry......or get some plastic surgery....
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