Stupid Scale

I am obsessive when it comes to weighing myself on the scale. I do it every morning, on an empty stomach, with as little clothes as possible, just to be accurate. This morning, my scale played a nasty little joke on me. Last night, just for kicks, I stepped on the scale. It read 150 lbs. This morning, I stepped on, and I swear to you, it read 146 lbs!!!!! Sweet Mary and Joseph! I didn't know how it happened, but I was stoked! Then, Pessimist Sommer spoke up in my head and said, "That can't be right. You better check again." I did. All of a sudden, the scale decided to add 2 1/2 pounds! Stupid inner voices! Stupid bathroom scale! Errr!