Monday, July 25, 2005

Tipping the Scales

I bought myself a bathroom scale this weekend. This is either an absolutely horrible idea, or a great one. I can't decide which yet.

It could be a horrible idea because I know I'll step on it whenever I use the bathroom and get disgusted with my weight, possibly to the point where I scream, cry, throw the damn thing through my window, or any combination of the above.

It would be a great idea if, instead of getting upset, I use that number as motivation to get off my ass and do something about bringing that ubiquitous number down.

I stepped on it last night, and so far, the former proposition seems to be the dominant reaction.


katie said...

I bet that throwing things, and anger in general burns calories. This could be your new excersise program.

p.p. said...

I hate scales. I also hate mirrors; or, anything else that tells me I have gained weight -- like my pants from last year.

Dennis! said...

Katie: Rage as exercise... I sense a new LA trend in the making.

Peter: Yeah, I went clothes shopping this weekend, including for pants. I finally gave up and purchased a few pair at a larger waist size than I'm psychologically willing to admit to. It was quite demoralizing.