Yes...it was time to say goodbye. We had a love-hate relationship and it was getting me nowhere. It would tell me I'd lost weight and I'd be so excited. Then it would tell me I'd gained weight, I'd get so mad at it! I'd get on it every 5 minutes during the course of a day, just to prove it wrong! This went on for 3 weeks! Up, down, up, down, up, down... For 3 weeks, I would eat right (maybe a bit too much), and would hop up on the scale to monitor my progress. 3 weeks and 1 pound lost.
So, it was time to say adios...farewell...so long...see ya! I put it in the closet, on a shelf, under a handbag, and I could still hear it calling my name. It would tempt me with all sorts of sounds, just to get on it and see what number appeared. I resisted temptation. I resisted temptation for 7 solid days. Do you know where it got me? I lost 4.4 pounds after breaking it off with my so called "friend".
The scale is back in the closet for 7 more days.
