I have a confession...I shot it.

Last week was kind of a blue week for me. I've been on a plateau for nearly 4 months, found out my thyroid was low and redid my meds for that and learned my B-12 was also very low and have been getting daily shots. Finally I KNEW why my metabolism had been so sluggish, right? That would mean maybe I could get off of this %*$ plateau. So after being on the meds for nearly 2 weeks I decided to weigh. You probably guessed what that devil of a scale said.....I had gained 4 lbs. It truely destroyed the LAST GOOD NERVE in my body and I kind of snapped. I took the scale out back (I live in the country), got out the gun and emptied a round into it. The first shot was right through the dial...Kinda like a shot to the heart. The rest were just emotional release. When I was done I felt good. It was dead and I'd never have to put up with it's lying ways again. I did this through a flurry of tears. How could I have been so betrayed by this machine? So now it is a week later and I can laugh about it. Will I be replacing it with a newer younger model? Heck NO! I've given up on scales. They try to seduce us by showing us a good time in the begining and then they betray us further into our relationship. No I will weigh once per month in the safety of my Dr. office. That way I can only be royally disappointed 12 times per year and there are people present to keep me from ripping the scale appart with my bare hands.

Pat, I love this post! I wish I had a gun and a place in the country - I'd do the same thing! I'm sorry that you've been having a rough time lately. I can relate. My scale has been up and down (mostly up) for months now. After struggling to lose 6 pounds in the last few weeks, in the last few days my weight has climbed right back up to where it was before I lost the 6 pounds. I hate my scale, and I hate being a slave to it! I'm tempted to just put the darn thing in the closet on a high shelf and be done with it, but I'm not sure if that's a drastic enough measure. Maybe I could run over it with my minivan? Hmmm ... now there's a thought! Lelina 298/165 (looking for 145 again!)

Go to your nearest gun club or firing range ...surely one of them good ole boys knows where one is at Kristy

Pat, I am hysterical reading this post. Laughed so hard I had to share it with my husband *****sponded by saying "I think you could do that". I, too, have the metabolism from hell and thyroid problems. Speaking of which--the makers of synthroid (can't remember which company it is) told me that it takes 3 weeks to start seeing changes in your blood levels and several months for them to be totally adjusted. Give yourself time. I appreciate that you can laugh at/with yourself now. Do you go to the doc's once a month? I would definitely weigh then too. Although, I wish the darn scale wasn't in the flippin hallway. Good luck and hope the weight moves soon

Yes, I go once a month for my B-12 shot. And yes I wish the scale weren't where the whole world can see it, but that being said it would still be better than weighing at home from now on. I think I make a pretty convincing case for gun control don't you?

I think you have done what alot of us wish we could do. You gave both myself and my DH a good laugh. I know probably not funny then, but good that you can look back on it now and laugh. Best of luck to you. Hugs, Bridget

Oh I can always laugh at myself later, but it was deadly serious at the time. I must have some anger management problems. Funny thing is I did what most of us only wish we could do....so maybe I'm not so abnormal after all. Pat

Pat, I like the way you think! Kitty

Girlfriend I LOVE you! We need to connect. Will you be home tonight?

Oh, have you been reading my mind??? I wish I could shoot mine! I have 2 scales, one weighs in 1/2 pounds the other in tenths. The tenths seems to be about 1 1/2 pounds light compared to the doctor's scale so that is the one I prefer. Well, the other day it said 147. Okay, it didn't go up. So just for comparison, I got on the other one. It said 146! So I decided the first one is psycho. After I'd eating my oatmeal, and was getting ready to get dressed, I stepped on the second one again. Now it says 150! I KNOW I didn't eat 4 pounds of oatmeal! I almost threw it out the window! Why do we do this to ourselves???? Scales are EVIL!