I know for a fact my bathroom scale hates me, and has hated me for the last 5 years. What did I do to deserve this hatred, I have no idea.
You know what I am talking about right? Just like millions of my countrymen who try to fight the just battle of the bulge, I too was tempted to buy a bathroom scale. I finally found one on a discount sale at the local Walmart and succumbed to my temptation. I regret my decision even now.
You want to know why? Well, the first thing is that I should have bought an exercise machine or at least enrolled in the local gym before I bought the damned bathroom scale. I didn’t do that and each time I step into the bathroom and onto the bathroom scale, I am severely taunted.
My bathroom scale is a constant and painful reminder of how many pounds I need to lose. You can call it my sarcastic sidekick in my battle against the bulge. Most people I know usually have allies in the good fight, but I was unlucky enough to be blessed with a despicable fiend and that too in the form of a miserable bathroom scale.
Anyways, to cut a long story short, I could bear the taunting no more and decided that I would do something about the weighty issues that had made my life a living hell. So the very next day, I enrolled for a crash program in weight loss at the neighborhood gym.
Here too, it seemed as though my travails were not to leave me alone. There was a gym scale, a slightly larger version of my friendly bathroom scale. And each day as I walked sullenly into the gym to check my weight, the fiend would creak with sarcasm as though I weighed a ton.
On that count my bathroom scale was a lot better. At least it never creaked. Nevertheless, undaunted, I would continue with my exertions in the vain hope that I would be able to get a nod or wink of approval from the bathroom scale.
No such luck. You see, I am a sucker for the finer things in life. Which is one of the biggest failings a weight loss practitioner can ever have. Each time I would hit the treadmill, I would more than amply compensate by attacking a juicy steak or a bowl of ice cream.
And the result would appear like a smirk on the face of my despicable bathroom scale. So after having spent a month or two sweating it out in the gym, all I had managed to rid myself of was a couple of hundred dollars. So I did the next best thing I could. I got rid of the bathroom scale as well.
Now I am not saying thats the answer to your problem, maybe yours love you, in that case all's well that end's well.
