My mother and I have ongoing battles with our scales. In her case, sometimes she doesn’t like what it says. She fiddles with it, adjusts how she places her feet, changes batteries and gets on and off it several times determined to find her desired weight. When she gets totally disgusted with the scale, she returns it to the store and purchases a new one because the extra pounds are clearly the fault of the scale.
Come to think of it, my mother’s mother had scale issues too. She simply said it was wrong and got off. My scale can also be off sometimes. However, I find if I move it slightly to the left or to the right, I can actually shave off a half pound and on a good day if I center it just right, I can even lose a full pound. So when my scale says I’ve gained a few, I am confident the real problem is its location on my bathroom floor. Or, perhaps it’s simply a genetic trait inherited from my mother’s side of the family. [Read more…] about Sifting the bad little white lies from the good ones
