We named our place after the huge garden and 22 fruit trees that fill our bellies, and our spread is just over an acre. Oh, and sometimes we bellyache. But mostly we enjoy our semi-rural lifestyle. You can email us at bellyacrefarm@gmail.com
Thursday, January 08, 2009
What to do with the scale . . .
What I would really like to do with my scale:
Run over it with the car.
Recycle it. Let the recyclers crush it into a million pieces and turn it into something actually useful.
Drop it into the flowing lava of Mordor. (One scale to rule them all. One scale to bind them. One scale to rule their world, and with it's numbers, blind them.)
Put out in the snow and let the next hulking snow plow fling it into oblivion.
Take Allie's advice and give it to Deseret Industries. (Come to think of it, I've never seen a bathroom scale at my favorite thrift store. Is it because they sell like hotcakes or because no one ever has the nerve to give them away?)
Pack it in my carry-on the next time I go to the airport and let TSA dispose of it.
Feed it to Godzilla.
What I've decided to do with my bathroom scale:
Hide it under the bed. The plan is to weigh in once a month. On fast Sunday -- the first Sunday of the month.
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8 comments:
I know how you feel. I can't bring myself to throw out my scale so I've hidden it. I've forgotten about it until I came across your blog.
Sounds like a good idea to me, since you really don't want to smash it to smithereens--or do you?
May the force be with you to not sneak it out before the month is out. Also-- does this include weigh-ins at WW? Just wondering.
Toss it! You asked if I really had a scale. I do have a scale. It doesn't work. It's not accurate. I don't know why we even have it. It's under my bathroom sink. I seriously have not weighed myself in probably five years. I haven't even given it much thought until giving you the advice to chuck yours. Best of luck finding just the right punishment for your scale.
The scale was an evil invention - I prefer to gauge my loss by how my clothes fit...
I agree with you on both counts, Cathy.
I have burned a scale before! My husband was having a big bon-fire and I threw it right in. It was hard--but because I have struggled with an eating disorder, I HAD to do it. I do not own a scale now and try to not weigh anywhere else except at my nutritionist office. Good luck. The scale can be such bondage!!
Thanks to all you women who weighed in on what to do with my scale. It's liberating just to know that I'm not alone in my struggle to lose weight and gain health.
Oh, and Flashlight Girl, I cancelled my WW membership. I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to weigh in and attend my last two meetings. Probably not.
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