Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Oh god... The dreaded scale problems.

I got on the scale yesterday morning.

123.5 lbs.

Maintaining from vacation.

Got on the scale yesterday morning after eating breakfast.

122 lbs.

Move scale to new location in bathroom.

127 lbs.

Move it back to 'ole standby location.

128 lbs.

What? I hiss when angered. Doesn't everybody?
What. The. Fuck.

I'm moving in a month.

I can't justify buying a brand new scale right before the move.

I'm broke until the end of this month. I need to save money for bills and important shit.



I got on the scale again today.

123 lbs.

After breakfast.

125 lbs.

Much more believable.

I'm hoping it was just having a bad day. And that everything will go back to normal.

Or else. Or else.... Or else I'll murder the damn thing. And then I'll be too terrified to buy a new scale.

B-b-because what if it's been wrong all this time?

What if I'm actually 127 lbs? And it's been 4 lbs off since the beginning?

Tricksing me with it's tricksy little tricks.

Le sigh.

I'm going to go curl up in a scale-induced fetal position of depression.

Not that I'm over-dramatic or anything...

A bientôt, lovelies.

- parisienne.love


  1. I've noticed that my parent's scale (the scale I use) will weigh me differently (like 3 lbs difference) if I put my weight on different parts of my feet. Like if I put it more on my heels it will tell me one thing but if I have my weight more towards my toes it will weigh me different. I usually try to keep my weight evenly distributed because of the difference. And if I don't like what I see or I can't believe it I move to another spot too. I'll weigh myself 5x in a row just to make sure it is accurate.

  2. OMG, I would have totally had a meltdown! Fucking scale! I got one that measures down to the very last gram. My old one was defective. I was heavier than the it led me to believe. Fucker! Major crisis! So much for German engineering! I, too, hiss when angry. My cats think it's hilarious and roll their eyes at me.





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  3. Mine, too!
    My scale is horrible, it changes based on its location. I'm forever sneaking into my parents' room to stand on my mothers, which at least remains consistent. The most frustrating ._.

  4. This is an exact representation of how my days usually go when I get on the scale. I feel your pain. I especially agree with the last picture, as well. It usually sets me close to tears. -_-

    Hopefully that it hasn't been wrong all along. Maybe you're actually smaller than you think? :D

  5. Ooo maybe you can ask a relative or a friend for a going away present hint hint. Hehe. Or use the scales at your gym, they have to be accurate right?

    It's Displayed, Blogger seriously hates me haha

  6. I hiss when angered too- especially at fellow drivers who decide to be stupid whilst on the road. I really love the kitteh pics! If I got a dollar for every time I wanted to yeell curses & fornications at my scale for that very same reason, I would have enough money to buy one of those fancy scales the doctors use. They're so frusttrating and unreliable!!! How do folks expect us to keep track of our weight when we can't find a reliable scale anywhere?? ><

  7. What are you thinking, weighing yourself so many times a day?!? That would make me nuts, as you're bound to go up throughout the day.

    Is you scale electric? I never trust those. I generally don't trust anything that needs batteries to function.


  8. Ugh. That sounds incredibly frustrating! I'm sorry.