Oy vay, it was the battery...I'm going to post the dreaded number and then I will tell you a little story...well...maybe story first, so as to put off the inevitable...
I got the proper battery in the scale, told my son to get on, his weight was accurate. DH next...aren't men funny? they have no qualms about hopping up on the scale...anyway...244...uh oh...I KNOW I weigh more than that...how they **** do I weigh more than my husband??? Were the ice cream and cookies and whatever else WORTH this feeling of disgust, shame, and mortification???
"Get on the scale, Mom, your turn!"
*ulp*
"I think I'll just take this into the other room, boys...a lady NEVER reveals her weight."
Yeah, until I get it down to a coveted 150, then I'll be shouting it from the rooftops!! ****, under 200, I'd broadcast on the evening news!
Sonny was a little miffed that I wouldn't get on in front of them...I should be honest...after all, anyone can SEE that I'm fat! But it's that old stigma. I just can't. Plus the thought of him out playing with his friends saying, "yeah, MY mom weighs 259, she even weighs more than my dad!" is a little off putting.
So that's the number...259. A little higher than i thought, but not surprisingly so. And now the battle begins. Again. In earnest. No fooling. This time is it. I swear. You're gonna be seeing a lot of me. Consider yourselves warned.