I am having real problems with the kilo-o-meter in my bathroom. The blasted thing seems to sit there grinning at me whenever I go in there. It is very tempting to hop onto the ruddy thing to see if I have lost a few more grammes in my ongoing battle of the bulge.
Trouble is - body weight fluctuates - and I am not of sufficient moral fibre to cope with the daily ups and downs of the scales. If I get on them in the morning and I have put on a pound, this guarantees a full day of bad temper, sulking and being beastly to everyone.
I made a deal with my beloved that I would not weigh myself more than once a week - it's easier on my nerves (and I suspect, on HIS) and then I can be in a foul mood on only one day out of seven rather than the entire week.
So, I will continue to avoid the beckoning scales and only weigh in once a week. It's what the good Doctor (Atkins) recommends in his book - perhaps he is trying to save the families, friends, employees of his dieters from scale-induced grumpiness!
Keetje
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