Let's get ready to ruuummmmbleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Me and the scale are getting ready to rumble.  I'm serious.  I'm about to have a knock-down-drag-out-fight with that conniving little piece of electronic gadgetry that is the bane of my existence. 

My scale hates me.  It's true.

I can't quite figure out what I ever did to tick it off.  Is it because some weeks I refuse to even look at it for fear of what it'll tell me?  Is it because I sometimes pretend it's not even there, sitting so innocently on my bathroom floor?  Maybe I've hurt its feelings and I need to make amends.

Then, maybe if I'm lucky, it'll tell me that I'm over this month long plateau.

PS - I wrote this last week, but as of this morning, I'm officially over my plateau and the scale and I are on speaking terms again.  Whew!  I didn't want to fight.  I really didn't.  My scale probably would've continued to show me why it's boss.