Holla fellow bandsters! Here's hoping everyone had a fabulous weekend and are ready to take the days ahead with eyes wide open. (I know, it's Monday. I tried to be positive) Mine was pretty uneventful until the "Battle of the Cheap Scale" started, there was a Victor!

I knew better than to put that $9.99 piece of crap in my cart last week at Wally World, but I did it anyway. I told myself it was ok because I wasn't buying the expensive one that told you your BMI-Heart Rate-Blood Pressure etc. Heck it probably did a DNA swab as well. Look I KNEW I didn't need a scale right now, it was the last thing I needed, it was like a few months back the last late insomnia night took over and a few days later I must have bought stock in "QVC & HSN" That's all I'm saying about that, well, right now anyway. I was only 6 or 7 days out of surgery, I was and still am swollen around my abdomen area. I will how much I've lost when I go to my 1 month check-up with the nurse and nutritionist. I knew this intellectually, but I freaking did it anyway.

I believe Life speaks to you in whispers, and you should listen to them. My story is I have lost 50-65 pounds about 50 or 65 times. It's a Bad Romance this cycle and I have, and I'm breaking up for good this time. I took those pounds off and on again starting around 19. Just 2 years ago I was at my ideal weight, and now not so much-NEVER AGAIN! That scale whispered to me when somehow it fell out of the cart, but I put it back in. A few minutes later my cart started sounding like hamsters running on a wheel that was in need of WD40, plus a lopsided tire. I should have put it back. Upon arriving at home, I made the boys weigh, 1 is overweight, 1 is not but doesn't eat the greatest. I weighed and it showed basically the same I assumed it would. No surprises. I go about my life. Make ahead my family's dinner, so while(check the scale) they eat I can walk. Fix my protein shakes (check the scale) and do some reading. (check the scale) Do some writing and laundry (check the scale) lather, rinse, (check the scale) and repeat. Yep you guessed it...

I was more than infatuated, I was mesmerized, perplexed, pissed and fed up. I could not believe that every time I stood on that $9.99 scale it's little obnoxious "weight line" pointed (and pointing is very rude I might add) to the same damn number EVERY stinking time, OY! What in the hell was going on? I have not cheated, I thought about how I could, but what's the point? Besides, I don't really keep any quick fixing junk in the house, anyway I wasn't hungry and have been getting all my protein in, having a cup of chicken broth and a Greek Yogurt when I feel like getting a little freaky. I gave up soda so I'm drinking my Crystal Light and water. I even drank prune juice to help with my digestion! That scale did NOT move. I moved it from room to room, like and old cell phone trying to get service, to see if results would improve on a different surface. They did not. I think the longest I went without stepping on the scale was when I was sleeping. Don't get one, you don't need one yet! It's the devil lol. Needless to say about life giving you whispers, I woke up this morning and headed to the scale, I got on it and it said I lost 10 pounds! WOO HOO! Holla at your girl! I lost 10 or 11 pounds while I slept! I got off feeling fabulous and the scale with the little pointed needle to 300 pounds. Yes, it was stuck on the highest setting that this particular $9.99 scale's max was-so it wasn't on 0. I hadn't lost 10 while I slept, that damn scale was off 10 pounds!

Well I turned the thing this way and that and thought I found where you adjust it at, I couldn't get my fingernail to move the little wheel! I took it to my teenage son and said this needs to be on "0" here's where you adjust it, get some little tool or something and fix it please. He came out and said "The adjuster wheel thingy is stripped, what did you do to it?" Nothing, it doesn't want me to have it, use it or need it right now. I listened to the whisper when it became annoying. I don't know right now how much I've lost or if I really have stayed the same, but that's ok, I have never needed a number to define my "feel good meter" why start now? Don't get a freaking scale!

Tomorrow will be 2 Weeks post-op and I feel SO much better, I would do it again so that should tell you something. I was the Victor with the broken contrary scale. Tuesday is garbage pick-up, have a nice time in the dump and thank you for the lesson. As always Onward and Upward! Lo & Behold...Velvet