The title of this is not some philosophical rant.
I don't hate my scale because those little numbers are simply the digital process of the machine telling me I'm fat.
I don't hate my scale because it makes me feel badly if I don't run that extra mile after a very tiring day.
Oh no! I'm not talking about any of those things today when I reference hating my scale. I hate the sucker because it broke. That's right. It stopped working all together.
Do you have any idea what stepping on a scale and BREAKING IT does to self-esteem?
It destroys it. I know it's silly. Really.
The fat girl inside me though...