Dear Scale

Well old friend.. I believe it's time we said Adieu. I mean let's face it. The relationship we have... it's not good. I step on you frequently, curse at you when you're wrong and praise you when you're right. Here's the thing though; lately... you've just been pissing me off to no uncertain end. The first time I tried this "weight loss" business I dropped 45lbs in 7 months and had not a single problem. Now 5 years later, you're just killing me. You're up, you're down. Seriously, do we need to look into some medication for you?

I hate to tell you, but I've found another. No no, not another scale. Simply another method of checking for my weight loss. I'm sorry to say, you've been replaced by a pair of jeans. I know, I know. They're not even electronic and they don't pop up the error message when I stomp but they give me a pretty accurate reading. I'm sorry to do this to you in the summer, when we're supposed to be enjoying each other the most but our love affair is over. I'll make sure to keep the spiders out of the cabinet.

Sincerely,
Rachel