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.
3 comments:
I bet that throwing things, and anger in general burns calories. This could be your new excersise program.
I hate scales. I also hate mirrors; or, anything else that tells me I have gained weight -- like my pants from last year.
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.
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