My scale has died an unpleasant death. Although I have yet to throw it out the window so I guess it hasn’t reached it true unpleasantness yet, it is dead all the same. The batteries didn’t help it out. So, a new scale I will be buying.
I’m not happy about it.
But, I need some help. I did a search on Amazon (because I’m not really in the mood to go to the store, look at scales, and choose one — I told you, I HATE shopping). So, my requirements are: digital. Other than that I have no clue what I want. I don’t even really care if it’s ugly — no one uses that bathroom but me so I could care less what it looks like. I want accurate and easy to read (OK two more requirements).
So, I found four digital scales in the price range I’m willing to spend (yeah, I’m cheap too). So, here’s where I need your help. These four have good ratings (and more than just one or two). So, any input? Thoughts? Advice? Recommendations?
1. Escali with a bunch of features (a little more than I’d like to spend but I’m open)
2. Omron with a bunch of extra stuff to confuse me
3. EatSmart plain old scale
4. Health-O-Meter plain old scale
I’m probably leaning towards #3 or #4 because it’s less to confuse me and I just want to see a number on the scale. But, I’m open to suggestions. I just really need something FAST.
I was a shopping fool tonight. Not only did I get batteries but I bought a pair of jeans. (Plus some toilet paper and two toys for the cat who just had a freak attack and made me fly out of my room thinking the north side of the house collapsed — maybe the catnip toy was a bad idea.) But, back to my jeans. I was at Target so I ran into Fashion Bug next door to see what their jean selection was. I’ve tried their “Right Fit” jeans before but the person helping me pissed me off so I left and haven’t been back (it was a while ago). Well, I guess they are discontinuing the Plus size 1 because it’s so close to their Misses size 11. Well, the Red 1 Short fit me awesome. Except they only had a taper leg and I wanted boot cut. But, they ordered it online and it’ll be shipped to my house for a grand total of $9.99. 
Not $9.99 for the shipping…no, shipping’s free it’s $9.99 for the JEANS. I love a good bargain. This is one time that I’m OK buying from the Plus size section instead of the Misses section — saved me $15 by doing it. It’s not like anyone sees the size tag and even if they did it’s a 1.
Which brings me to…Why they hell do they come up with these stupid sizing things? Does buying a size 1 instead of a 14 even though they are the EXACT SAME FREAKING SIZE make it better? Are you less fat wearing a 3 instead of an 18? Why confuse things? An 18 is an 18 whether the tag says 3 or 18. I think the sizing thing is stupid…in case you were wondering what I thought.
But, whatever the freaking size…I have a pair of jeans arriving in the mail in about a week that I paid $9.99 for. OK, it was actually $10.59 with tax but who’s counting. So, now I have not one but TWO pairs of jeans that actually fit me. WooHoo — I also have some dressier pants that actually fit but who wants to wear those — not me. I really think it’s time to get rid of the ones that keep falling down because it’s really starting to get annoying having to hold on to my pants whenever I walk — not to mention the fact that I look pretty dang stupid.
And, speaking of things falling down. Did I tell you I need to buy new underwear? Yeah, having size issues there too.
My scale is dead.
I bumped it last night and the air weight 120 pounds. The was confirmation enough for me but to bring that completely home it decided to just not work at all now. I will pick up new batteries this evening and hopefully that fixes it. If not, I’ll be buying a new scale.
But, I did weigh myself on Saturday or Sunday so I’ll use that weight for today’s weigh-in. 203.6. Last week was 206.2 so that’s a 2.6 pound weight loss for the week. In all honesty, I really think it’s more but I’ll know after I get new batteries.
I do need to hit up some thrift stores though and see if I can get a couple more pairs of jeans. Mine are getting so baggy they aren’t even wearable any more. Those new $12 jeans I bought. Well, they fit very well. When I bought them they were on the tighter side (cheap jeans run small I guess) but now they fit extremely well. Which is good because even my belt isn’t holding up my other jeans any more. Which reminds me, I need a new, smaller belt too.
Honestly, I could use some new shirts as well but they aren’t as baggy looking as my pants are so I’ll wait. I seriously hate buying clothes so just getting pants is enough for now. I do have a few items that I can wear when I need to look nice so the baggy sweatshirts and tshirts will be OK. I could use a new jacket but can’t justify paying money for one so I’ll just keep wearing the one I have. Next year will be bad enough having to purchase all new clothes.
Truly it has to be.
My scale is broken.
Either that or I gained 100 pounds yesterday.
If it was one or two p0unds I’d accept that maybe something happened. But, I got on and it showed a gain of 20 pounds. From yesterday. There’s NO way that happened. Then I got off and back on and it was hovering in the 300s before it blacked out.
Hopefully it’s the battery because I really want to watch the numbers this week.
Update on my dad…I brought him home a bit ago (well, to my brothers home, not mine). He’s a little nervous to be home but I think the timing is OK. So, he’ll rest, we’ll take care of him and he and I have a date to go eagle watching later this week or next.
I decided yesterday, I know it’s kind of sudden, but it’s my perogative and I’m doing it.
I’m moving.
It’s a permanent move.
I’m not coming back.
I’m leaving everything behind and relocating.
You can join me if you want to because I won’t be back.
Not even for a visit.
I’m not sure the exact date of my move but it will be soon.
Very soon.
Like I said, it’s up to you if you want to join me.
You’re welcome to.
I’d love to have you.
But, in the mean time here’s my address in case you wish to visit:
1 Forever Lane
ONEDERLAND, USA
That’s right, I’m close. I had a brief hint of it on the scale yesterday. I think a corner of the scale was resting on my bathroom rug a bit so I believe yesterday’s glimpse was a tad premature. But, it’s close.
Very close.
And, a quick update on my dad: he’s doing much better. Will most likely go home tomorrow. I did have to eat once today when I wasn’t hungry but he won’t eat unless I do so it was OK. It was a small vegetable salad and it ended up being dinner I just would have preferred to wait. But, honestly, him eating was more important today than my not eating because I wasn’t really ready for dinner.
I still think his CA doctors are morons.
Hope your Thanksgiving was a good one. I’ll give the rocking report of mine first.
I was a little slow in getting to my brother’s house on Thursday pretty much because I wanted to spend some alone time first and then I had to finish preparing the food I was bringing (baked yams). I got there around 2:00 I think and had a nice afternoon. When dinner rolled around I filled my plate with the food I wanted — a small scoop of mashed potatoes and gravy, a small spoon of dressing with gravy, a large scoop (or two) of baked yams, a spoon of bean salad, one roll (that was warm and yummy), and about five stalks (is that what they’re called) of asparagus. My plate was perfect. I was extremely satisfied.
After dinner we played some cards and before our last game they cut the pie. We had two choices — pumpkin or pumpkin with a pecan crust.
I don’t like pumpkin pie.
Normally, I would have eaten it because I was afraid I’d hurt the feelings of the person who made it. Thursday, I didn’t. I don’t like pumpkin pie, I didn’t complain I just said “no thanks”. I did have a cookie because I wanted something sweet but I ate what I wanted not what I felt others expected me to eat.
I was very empowered and felt very good about myself because of it.
And the weekend was all downhill from there.
Earlier in the evening my dad wasn’t feeling good and said we might be taking a trip to the local ER. I said I’d take him but he informed me he was joking. I said that wasn’t something to joke about and that if he said it again we were going. Well, during the last round of our card game I overheard my dad mention the hospital to my brother. I set down my cards and told my brother to get his keys because we were going to the ER right then.
And we did.
And the ER was kind of crowded but we weren’t even able to complete the paperwork at the first desk before being ushered back to triage.
And he was admitted for the third hospital stay in two months.
And he had surgery this morning.
And I think his doctors in California are complete and total MORONS who should be hit because for the past THREE MONTHS my dad has had gallstones and has been dealing with a “very unhealthy and abnormal gallbladder” (quote from the surgeon who removed it today). That multiple doctors through multiple doctors visits and two hospitalizations and more tests than I can count on my ALL my fingers and toes couldn’t figure out. The ER doctors weren’t even going to test for gallbladder issues even though the signs were all there because after all the tests and exams and doctors he’s dealt with over the past THREE MONTHS this should have been the first thing they looked for.
We did get an apology from the doctor up here because it took him 12+ hours to actually order this test (even though we don’t find any fault with him because EVERYTHING we told him pointed to this having been already ruled out).
But, the good news is that he had the surgery today. The nasty, unhealthy, abnormal gallbladder is no longer residing in his body. He’s loopy (and absolutely hilarious he’s on so many drugs) and feeling crappy but my dad’s on his way to getting better.
He’s also furious. He also wants to know why some moronic doctor told my sister THREE WEEKS AGO that he had gallstones but it was “no big deal” and they completely ignored it and pumped him full of narcotics and sent him on his merry way to spend THREE WEEKS in excruciating pain until a doctor 1000 miles away said: hell no let’s take that thing out and see what happens.
So, that’s been my life since Thursday.
And for the record, hospital cafeteria food SUCKS. But, then, I knew that…I just always forget.
