The Worst Bathroom Scale Ever Made, Marketed, and Sold

As I have previously mentioned, what the scale says each morning is VERY important to me. {Probably too important, but it is what it is, and at this point in my life, it’s probably not going to ever change.} That being said, I have long been displeased with the scale I’ve been using. It’s pretty old ~ I got it almost eleven years ago when I was a freshman in college ~ and its reliability and accuracy both leave something to be desired. Once, it had me weighing three pounds less after my shower than I’d weighed before I’d gotten in the shower!

Money’s been a little tight, so I just made do with my old poopy scale, figuring that if I wasn’t completely happy with what it said on any given day, I could blame the displeasing numbers on the scale’s inaccuracy, not on actual weight gain. But finally, last week I’d had enough of the dumb old scale and decided to get a new one.

Nate and I stood in the bathroom section of Fred Meyer, staring at the rows and rows of scales, wondering how we would ever pick the right one. {Well, I stared at the rows and rows of scales, wondering how I would ever pick the right one. I don’t think Nate really cared one way or the other, except he was probably hoping we’d find a scale that would no longer make me rage and scream whenever I got on it and discovered that I weighed eight pounds more than I had two seconds before.} We {and by that I mean, I} finally selected Taylor’s Razor-Thin Electronic Glass Scale, complete with a seal of 150 years of accuracy. The scale was in our price range, calculated weight to the .2 of a pound whereas our last scale calculated weight only in half-pound increments, and was stylish enough to look good on our bathroom floor. It seemed perfect!
And perfect it was until yesterday morning. My pre-shower weigh-in revealed a lower weight than I anticipated. I decided to re-weigh myself after getting out of the shower and blow-drying my hair and was flabbergasted when I weighed more than five pounds more than I had just thirty minutes earlier. I moved the scale to another spot on the floor. Three pounds less than the last weigh-in! Another spot. Two pounds more! Yet another spot. A pound more than the first weigh-in! Same spot. Half a pound more than the last! GRRRR!!! I can’t win! And now I have to return this stupid, inaccurate, aggravating scale and continue my search for a decent one!

Hoping your relationship with your scale is better than mine,
Heather