My scale has been dead for a couple of weeks now and I truth be told, I really don’t have any desire to replace it. After it died, my husband mentioned how we should just get a new one. I nodded my head, “yeah sure honey” and went on my merry way. Yesterday I found the dead button battery placed strategically on the counter next to my makeup bag – his not so subtle way of *reminding* me that the scale is still dead. He is big on the scale because he just recently lost ten pounds by doing nothing other than thinking about it ( I hate him), so he likes to jump on the scale and congratulate himself on his big achievement. I, on the other hand, am quite happy with out the number beast. I’m not worrying about what the current number is and if I get curious, I whip out the handy dandy tape measure and wrap it around my waist. According to the fabric number goddess, I have lost ½ an inch in the last couple of weeks, so I am pleased. And really, the scale doesn’t usually tell me anything that I don’t already know. I can feel when I am up or when I am down in pounds, so the scale is only a confirmation of what I know.
I am a little afraid that if I don’t replace the scale, I might just get a little too comfy not knowing the numbers. I am really big into the *ignorance is bliss* thing, and if I don’t keep a handle on things, I could get just plain BIG. I will probably replace it eventually, but I’m in no hurry.
How dependant are you all on your scales?