I don’t weigh myself very often. I just don’t see the point. I either fit in my clothes or I don’t. The scale will only confirm how good or bad the situation is.

But for some reason, today I stepped on the scale. I have never been so happy at what I saw.

I have no idea what I weigh, because there was no number displayed. Instead, there was a single word. LO.

How brilliant.

I know the message meant that the scale was low on batteries. But I choose to read a little more into it, especially after a fulfilling holiday season.

I think it means that my weight is low, relative to what it could be for all the eating, drinking and being merry that I have done lately.

In fact, I think scales should universally change from displaying pointless numbers, to communicating messages, and to do so in a kinder and more, gentle manner.

Good. Not So Good. High. Low. Perfect.

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