The first day I attempted to weigh-in I stood on the scale with my full bodyweight on it. Once I stood on it, it made a loud cracky noise. The scale did not read my weight so I did it again.
Looking down, I waited for the zeros to display before standing on it. Then I got on it again and the scale showed my weight to be 102 pounds. Awesome right, if I was anywhere near that. Switch the '0' and '2' to each other's place and I would be exalted. But being a person with a brain, I knew the scale was vindictively lying to me.
Then I remembered the loud cracky noise the scale made when I stood on it. I was thinking, "Oh my god, I broke the scale. I have to lose weight fast! Things have gotten out of hand." Not wanting to believe my new forty extra pounds I gained the last few years actually broke the scale, frantically, I got off the scale and on after the zeros flashed below and did this over and over again to no avail. It was not the haha, "I broke the scale," funny. I was not happy.
Turns out the scale was giving an inaccurate read because I was on carpet. I moved to the floor and my wonderful 153 pounds at 5'4 flashed before my eyes. I use to be 118-120 pounds a little over two years ago.
The thought that my weight broke the scale would never even have crossed my mind before the gain of 40 pounds during the last two years. Before things got out of hand, I fluctuated between 13-16 percent body fat. That is considered a female athlete. My insecurity blurred my judgment also the first time I attempted to weigh myself because logic points to the conclusion there is no way my weight could have broken a scale that has a capacity to weigh over 300 pounds. I want to be like I was before--confident, healthy, energetic, tight, no more insecurity, no more picking out clothes to hide certain parts of my body. I want a comeback and I want to look in the mirror when I do and feel like a queen! That is why I choose to be Comeback Queen! Wish me luck. :)