Dawn's Digression.

My new scale is a piece of crap. If it isn't, then I've managed to lose about 9 pounds in three weeks, and I ain't buying that for a minute. Yah, I know. Water, water, water.

Here's the deal. When I bought the scale, I weighed in at 194, and I had already lost a bit of weight. I have no clue how much, but I know that it was less than the 214 I weighed January of last year. Anyway, I lost a couple of pounds and gained them back in NH. Yet somehow when I stepped on the scale this morning in my usual attire, I was 185.5. Disturbing. So I took a shower, got dressed, but on tennis shoes. 187.5. Kewl. Gotta remember not to drink too much water today. ;)
I tell you what, the day that scale reads 175 is the day I... Hmmm. I dunno. Food isn't going to be a good reward. I dunno. Roller skate? Which, by the way, I'm planning to do tomorrow. Yay!

I obviously don't have issues telling folks how much I weigh. I figure you can see every pound of it anyway, so what's the difference if I tell you the number. What if..... what if I wore a size 12 one day? *eyes glaze over* I'd have to buy all new clothes. That's what. Wonder when the Pussyfoot pajamas will fit.

*shrug*

Sounds to me like your OLD scale was the piece of crap! Don't be mad at the new one for saying you weigh less! ~FM

Oh wait, the new one said that! Please ignore me, I'm a bit slow sometimes.