We used to see each other regularly, in various stages of undress. I thought we understood each other. Now I see that I’ve been misled. This relationships is no longer a healthy one and needs to end. Right. Now.
Why, you ask?
Well, no matter how clean my diet, how challenging and frequent my workouts, how well hydrated I am, the scale stubbornly refuses to budge. Stuck perpetually at 145 pounds.
This makes no sense to me. My jeans fit great. I’m happy with how I look in a bikini. I’m working out six days a week and lifting heavier than ever. Yesterday I did 80 (!) freakin’ pushups in under ten minutes.
I think it’s time. Time to find another use for the bathroom scales.
How about a headstone for the goldfish’s burial site?
Or an extra body to make me legal in the HOV (high occupancy vehicle) lane?
The glass one would make a lovely centerpiece.
Maybe a chopping board?
Or possibly a picture frame? (Awww, what a cute kid!)
For a more mundane option, try it as a plant stand. Or a place to stack extra toilet paper rolls. Or a computer mouse pad?
The options are only as limited as your imagination! Are you with me? Shall we stop with the incessant weigh-ins?
How often do you weigh yourself?
How would you re-purpose your bathroom scales?