OH, DEAR, OH DEAR

OH, DEAR, OH DEAR 

It’s that time of year again.  And not just that time for cheer and joy.  It’s also time to get on the scales.   To deal with that moment of truth. 

What will its numbers tell us today, we ask?  Are we better off not knowing, or do we fess up, suck up, put down the cigarette (if we smoke) or the toothbrush (if we don’t), take that giant step and prepare ourselves for the worst?

For some strange reason, the Mister recently bought a new scale. I personally thought the one that we’d had for over 50 years was just fine.  This one’s sleek, stylish, easy to read and very clear about its findings.  No amount of jiggling or squiggling will change its mind.  It’s determined to tell the truth. The awful truth. And nothing but the truth.

I just wish this new scale would consider a person’s occasional “water retention” issue and the once-a-year result of enjoying all those yummy Christmas cookies.  And to provide us with forgiveness for those inevitable, albeit “somewhat weighty” issues.

In other words, I’d like a kinder, gentler scale.  I think we could all use a little less “reality” in our lives right now.  I know I could.