Weight Blues

I had a frustrating discovery tonight.

I found out my weighing scale is perpetually useless. This is why; I step on it, and it says I've gained two pounds. I get off, and step on it again, I've lost three pounds. As if that's not an indication that this scale is obviously wonky, I step on it yet again I've magically lost ten freaking pounds in the difference of one minute. I step on it again, and apparently inhaling oxygen causes weight gain of an instant ten pounds.

In other words, what the bleepity-bleep?!

Now I don't know exactly how much I weigh!! Not do I only not know how much of a setback I'm really in, I also have to now fork out not-yet-earned-cash for a new scale! Perhaps should invest in a digital scale, at least that's believably more accurate.

In a not so totally unrelated problem, mum made giant chocolate chip cookies this week...and they're sitting in a jar in the kitchen unmolested by my fingers right this very second. I've already devoured quite a few of their counterparts of late, and now that my scale has decided to go on a permanent vacation, I think I might need to feed the last few remaining cookies to...my tortoises. Or whatever living thing that's nearest. Except the dogs.

Scale dead, ergo going on a strict makan regiment.