Dear Scale,
F*** you. I had so much more to say to you this morning but it all comes down to this. F*** you. I've been working hard to make things easier on you. Hasn't it been somewhat more pleasurable to have a lighter me stepping on you? Yeah it has right? So why won't you just give me what I want. Let me be skinny and happy you a**hole. You will? I don't believe that. I can't trust you. Should I believe you or my eyes and clothes? The stomach is coming in and there is a little less fat to pinch. So I like some of what I'm seeing. No I'm not getting full of myself. I'm just saying. I'm also just saying that I really don't trust those numbers you're telling me. Whats up with the crazy fluctuations in body fat? And I know that I lifted weights yesterday and only went 6 miles on the bike, but that couldn't have caused the increase in weight?!?! OK it could have. Maybe we'll blame the water. That small increase could be due to increased water consumption. Whatever the reason, I'd like to be really clear with you. I don't like it. I don't like you either. But we need each other. You need me to get you batteries and I need you to tell me the truth. If that doesn't work then tell me I'm skinny. There are plenty of other scales out there that would be happy to have me step on them. Don't f*** around and get dumped, cause I got pumped.
PS. Sorry Hans and Frans
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