Down 20 Pounds

I found this image at Antique Haven.

Yes, folks, the scale registered 141 this morning.

My scale (which looks nothing like the one pictured above) is pretty flaky.  I bought it for $5 on sale at Target almost a decade ago.  It’s not the most accurate thing in the world.  My husband confirmed my impression that you can change your weight easily depending on whether you put your weight mostly on your heels (less) or balls of the foot (more).

Plus, my bathroom is tiny, which means the scale has to be pushed into a corner for storage and then pulled away from the wall when it’s time to weigh in.  On top of that, our wood-frame house was built around 1856, and the floors bow.  So if you don’t get the scale in the exact same spot each time, your weight is going to vary.

Because of all this, my weight has been flirting with 141 for some time, except when it’s been 142, or 143, or (after a treat of French fries) 145, or back to 142, or … you get the idea.

This morning’s “heel” reading was 140, and the “ball” reading was 141.  I’ll take it.