The Scale

I think that the scale is a horrible thing. Its actually more of a love hate thing i have with it. I love it when i'm losing weight and Im hating it when I seem to be gaining weight. Im almost addicted to the scale. Every time I walk into the bathroom I imidiatley size up my glass scale. Its so pretty to look at, and Im in awe of how such a basic item can add such beauty to the room, but at the same time I feel like i am back in the cowboy days where you shuffle up and hand on your weapon, waiting to see who draws first.I wait to see who will win today. Will my willpower to ignore the scale win over the beauty of it calling my name, desperatley playing at my curiosity to see if ive lost weight. It almost teases me "come on, you know you wanna see if you've lost today". And sometimes I can win, and other times I give in and lose and step on that scale, holding my breath as if that small breath Im holding will somehow help the weight to go down.  And then I watch in horror awe, anticipation of what the little digitial numbers are going to read, and wait for the good or bad news my little scale will give me. See not only will my scale give me the number of my weight but it will also tell me by just how much i have gained or lost since i last fell prey to its beckoning. I know that people say you should rely on a measuring tape instead of the scale, because your weight does fluctuate, but still, there is something mesmorizing about the numbers on the scale. Its a horrible battle we fight, me and the scale, but it is a fight that I am determined to win. I will one day step on that scale and see my goal weight and will be able to laugh in the scales face "see i won, you cant keep me down HAHAHAHAHa" but untill then, we play that game of the battle of the wills every time i step foot into the bathroom. Today I have lost the battle of wills, but tommorrow is another day.