So…our scale? Yeah it’s a peice of crap.
The scale says that I have gained a pound a day for this whole week. I almost always weigh myself on Mondays just to see how bad the weekend was. It said I was up a pound for Monday. No biggie, I figured I hadn’t been on my best eating behavior nor had a ran this past weekend. We had lots of pizza and fried things. Wednesday I weighed myself again. I figured I had been better Monday and Tuesday and had ran Tuesday so it should be the same if not a few ounces lower. But it wasn’t. It was up a pound. So I check Thursday, another pound. And this morning? Another pound. I am up four pounds this week. Four pounds! That means that I am consuming 3,500 extra calories EACH DAY. On top of the 1,100 calories I burned running this week. Supposedly I’m up 6 pounds since this time last year. And…yeah, my clothes still fit just fine, they’re still loose. So I can’t believe that I’m up 6 pounds. If I am, where did it go? So yeah…I’m a little irritated. I’m a lot irritated.
And I’m getting a damn new scale.