I hate my scale
Posted by EmptyShell | Posted in calorie counting, cleaning, gain, maintaining, weight | Posted on Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Seriously, I think the thing likes to fuck with my head.
My intake yesterday was high. Not binge high, but high enough that I expected to maintain the 153.2 pounds of lard that I was when I woke up yesterday. And I was fairly ok with this. After a weekend of fairly intense intoxication, I figured a couple of days of maintaining reasonable intake was probably a healthy idea.
So I wake this morning, use the bathroom and weigh myself. My usual routine. I'm not wearing my glasses right, and the first time I look, I know I must be seeing things.
149.8.
I try it again. The number is the same. People are trying to get my attention and I stop there, thrilled at this turn of events.
But no... An hour later I am dressing, unable to resist the temptation of seeing the number I've longed for for months, and I climb back on.
153.8.
FMScale.
No more than 600 net calories today. At least I cleaned yesterday.
My intake yesterday was high. Not binge high, but high enough that I expected to maintain the 153.2 pounds of lard that I was when I woke up yesterday. And I was fairly ok with this. After a weekend of fairly intense intoxication, I figured a couple of days of maintaining reasonable intake was probably a healthy idea.
So I wake this morning, use the bathroom and weigh myself. My usual routine. I'm not wearing my glasses right, and the first time I look, I know I must be seeing things.
149.8.
I try it again. The number is the same. People are trying to get my attention and I stop there, thrilled at this turn of events.
But no... An hour later I am dressing, unable to resist the temptation of seeing the number I've longed for for months, and I climb back on.
153.8.
FMScale.
No more than 600 net calories today. At least I cleaned yesterday.
I don't get the scales either. Had you had anything to drink over that hour? That's the only explanation I can think of.
xoxox