With 20% off I paid almost just as much for a nice scale as I did for the cheapest digital scale at Walmart, which took a shit after a year. I didn't expect to find anything under $50 at Bed Bath and Beyond, but it's a Weight Watchers scale that tells weight to 0.1 lb, saves data for up to four people, calculates your BMI, and will tell you your fat density, bone mass, and even water percentage if you step on it with bare feet. Those last three are pretty much meaningless to me, but the BMI is pretty cool. Accuracy, stylishness and added perks for $30 cut down to $25 and some change is way better than I could have expected. Better than $20 for a scale that will save two user's data (read: how much you weighed the last time you weighed yourself) and couldn't handle my piggish body weight after a year and started lying to me (104 lbs my ass!)
So...I'm excited. I wish I had massive loss in my 2 month hiatus from working scales to really wow me when I step on a decent one (though I would probably be incredulous and just think the new scale was already broken).
I wish I could take back the sub I ate today. I wasn't even that hungry and I went out and ate anyway. I don't need to eat out anymore. I'm poor lately and that just adds fuel to my debt and my large ass too. Money lost, calories taken in. For what? Mayo? Turkey? BREAD?? Ugh....
I love weekends. I love even more weekends alone, when I get the house all to myself, to do whatever I want without any guilt trips. Other than eating forbidden food and spending more money than I need to. But no fear that I'm not doing the right thing. That everything I do can be used against me later. That even when I think I've covered all my bases, something else slips through the cracks. I feel like that all the time. That I can't handle adult life on my own. It probably wouldn't be as noticeable if I didn't live with someone who points out everything I do and makes it so I would much rather spend a weekend without people.
Sorry, I took adderall today and its starting to wear off and make me a tad grouchy.
HOW CAN I HELP IT IF I DON'T CARE ABOUT/WANT SEX AT ALL? WHO GIVES A SHIT??
Sorry, personal internal conflict arising. Another thing that makes me self conscious. I don't put out enough. And I just....don't....care.
What I do care about is lattes at midnight. Delicious homemade hazelnut lattes. It won't help me sleep much, but maybe I'll pass out if I smoke enough weed....
I just want to shut my brain off. Ride on autopilot until I'm out of this funk. And never know what happened, where time went.
I want to go back to when I was happy. What happened to that?
Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I'm doing it again. That "bitching" thing.
This is an ana blog. And I'm horrible at staying on topic.
Here's my update:
Yup, still fat. Damn.
New scale? New depressed motivation? I lose more when I'm not happy. Go figure. Ride the angry wave, Emily. You have a scale....test it.
Okay, off to read your blogs and get over my pity party. You guys make me happy. Here I come!
Emily
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That's the scale I want! I was doing a lot of research because I feel like a new scale will kick my ass back into gear and keep the food out of my mouth. Let me know if your BMI is right... I am totally going to get it if you like it.
And I'm sure you look beautiful dear. Sometimes it's good to look back and see how far you've come for a second instead of focusing on how far there is to go. I'm bad at that too but it helps. As far as the future...we can do it with Ana :)
.brit
aww i envy your scale...my scale is a liar i'm pretty sure but just can't afford a new one right now T.T
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