Down with Scales

I’ve never had a scale before.  I just don’t need that kind of stress.  The other day I decided I should buy one to track my progress:  the good and the bad, the ups and the downs.

I found a whole bunch of scales at my favorite thrift store.  Did you think I would really pay full price for such a ghastly gadget?  Most of them looked like they were made around 1967 but there was a digital one buried in the back.

I took it out and hit the buttons and the display lit up.  I quickly and carefully hopped on hoping it was not a talking scale that would broadcast:  “Your current weight is…” causing mass hysteria and laughter in the store.  It not only reads your weight but your body fat. It seemed like it worked so I paid my $6.99 and headed home.

There was no instruction manual with it.  But how hard could it be?  It turns out it was really hard.  It began by asking your age, sex and height.  Then there was person 1 and person 2.  I was stuck in the set up part and couldn’t get it to the weighing part.  The manual for this model wasn’t online but I downloaded a similar one.  Still no luck.  It was so stressful I ate a bunch of cookie dough.

My son came home and pushed two buttons and it started working.  Later that night Person 1 hopped on.  Of course, Person 1, eats anything he wants, never exercises and never gains an ounce had a pretty good outcome.

Person 2, however, is pretty sure the scale doesn’t work and it will never see the light of day in this house again.  No wonder someone gave it to the thrift store.