A couple days ago I woke up with a mild case of "the wrong side of the bed". I shared that with my husband, actually I forewarned him of my state of mind. We were chatting. I was getting dressed. Then I did the unthinkable... I decided to weigh myself. As I reached for the scale that I "hid" under my dresser. At that same moment in super slow motion my husband began to jump out of bed...
"Nnnnnn-Oooooooo not the scale".
Thinking about it today makes me giggle. Why on earth did I weigh myself at that moment? I can not blame him...hearing me complain about my girth has to be annoying. This is an apology to my husband who doesn't have to worry about his weight...ever and a thank you for loving me the way I am through my thick and thin.
Do you hide your scale? Does your husband run when you pull out the scale?