Back on the fasting wagon after Covid derailed life, I started up again just before Christmas and have been fairly consistent these past two months. Against my better judgement, I wanted to see my numerical progress. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled out the scale. As I had started at 175 pounds, you can imagine my horror at the glaring neon 180 on the readout. Mocking me. I jumped on and off multiple times, took off clothing, held my breath, thought light thoughts. Still 180, despite all my pleas to all the gods. Flung the scale under the vanity in despair, and collapsed on my bed, wailing at the unfairness of it all. Oh cruel fate, and all that.
Until I remembered. Recalled that I hadn't used that scale since **before** the dawn of Covid. Over two years ago.... On a hunch, I swapped batteries, and wouldn't you know it? Sweet Baby Jesus, I'm down **22 pounds!** HUZZAH!!! 🤣🤣🤣
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Heh, I chuckled. Congrats!
Also good reminder for anyone else if you move a digital scale around, always let it calibrate first by stepping on and off. Let it zero itself out until it turns off. Then it’s finally ready to get stepped on. It’s something to do with how they actually work by measuring pressure on springs that makes them finicky.