Weighing In

We knew this day was coming if we were actually going to do this diet but the reality of the scale in the room with us - smiling, pointing, bracing itself for the load it was about to bare - was amazingly even more stressful then we imagined.  After slicing our wrists, I mean pricking our finger, and pinky swearing to never repeat the numbers we were about to see, even if our children were about to be harmed, was agreed to, we took turns stepping on the scale. 
ARE YOU FRICKIN' KIDDING ME?  When the heck did that number happen?  Now wait, let me take off my socks, my jewelry, my fake nails so you can try this again.  So there it was ~ We could no longer pretend it wasn't as bad as it really is.  Maybe I'm not done growing (I'm 50).  Maybe your scale needs to be recalibrated.  Maybe, just maybe, we're fat!!!