What's the weight of your world?

I'm pissed.

Like, WICKED PISSED.

For the past year, I have killed myself at the gym, sacrificed my favorite foods and disciplined my life in every way so that I could meet my weight loss goal.

When my scale finally read those magic numbers, I was psyched. It was like I hit the fucking lottery.

My 25+5 ass managed to get my weight down to what it was in college and it was no easy task. Now the trick is to maintain that goal because, Dude, it's March and bikini season is a heart beat away.

So, I went out and bought one of those fancy scales that give you your BMI, percentage of water weight and records your readings.

All excited, I busted my new toy out of the box and hopped on for the inaugural run.

Excuse me? That can't be right...

Let's try this again.

WHAT THE FUCK!

One more time.!.!.!

THIS IS BULL SHIT!!!

My new "precise scale" has me 5 lbs heavier than my old one. Trust me, I went back and forth like a jackass on the two quite a few times.

5 lbs.

I know it's not much in the grand scheme of things, but I thought I was done. I felt like I had paid off a debt only to get a follow up letter saying I still owed. Or that I worked a 50 hour week and found out I still had one more day to go.

It's brutal and deflating. Devastating even. I'm in mourning and going through stages of grief over this.

Since we all know I am so good with grief and love to sit in the land of denial, I'm pretty sure you can guess what I did next...

I threw the new fucking scale in the garbage can. Clearly it's defective and broken. My old one works just fine, thank you very much.

Problem solved.