Who Gave My Scale a Microphone?

You wake up, stretch, and give yourself a mental pep talk. Today’s the day you’ll embrace self-care, tackle your to-do list, and drink more water than coffee (well… maybe). But first, a quick check-in with the enemy—I mean, the bathroom scale.  

You step on it, and BAM! The scale has gone from "silent observer" to "announcer at a boxing match." How did it know about last night’s midnight snack raid featuring leftover pizza and a sneaky bag of gummy bears?  

Let’s face it: scales are mood killers. One minute, you’re feeling fabulous, admiring your reflection and thinking, “Yes, Queen!”—the next, you’re spiraling, Googling, “Does eating salad while angry burn more calories?”  

But here's the thing: scales are shady little tools of chaos. They don’t account for muscle, water retention, or that third margarita that made you karaoke queen last weekend. So, why do we give them so much power over our day?  

I’ve decided my scale doesn’t deserve to know my secrets anymore. From now on, it’s getting the silent treatment. My new measure of success? How my favorite jeans fit and how I feel after an empowering dance session in the kitchen. (Yes, I am a Survivor, thank you very much!)  

So, if you’re letting a number on a tiny screen tell you how fabulous you are—don’t. Hand it back its microphone and tell it, “You’re done. I am the star of this show.”  

Now, where’s my coffee?