this morning, i hopped on the scale fully expecting bad news. last night did not go as planned. i need to keep mum on the reason, but i ate a LOT. i got upset, had a couple beers and ate. and ate. and smoked, and ate and fumed.
dear reader, i have not weighed so little since the seventh grade, by my best reckoning. and, reader, i don't weigh so little now.
my scale? she is mindfucking me. again. some more. next three tries gave 170.2, which is also good news. but how do i trust her again?