Goodbye Scale

We’re going to be in South Lake Tahoe Michelle’s for family reunion this weekend. As such, it is goodbye scale for me. I know the experts say not to weight yourself every day, but I need the daily aggravation. I meant motivation; I went a little Freudian there.

I’m a tightly wound, up-tight, budgeting, list making kind of guy; just ask my care free, take-it-as-it-comes wife. We’ve learn to manage and coexist, even if our orbits never quite sync. That’s what true love can do for you.

Without my scale and daily journal entries to the tenth of a pound, I’ll have to bide my time fussing over gas mileage calculations and charting the optimum miles per gallon/miles per hour curve on my smart phone. You might think I’m kidding; it’s hard living in my world. Meanwhile, Michelle will take as long as she wants at the rest areas, want to stop and see what’s over there, and generally not worry about a thing, because we’ll get there when we get there.

That’s crazy talk.

I’m thinking I could sneak the scale in with the rest of our stuff, but I’d never hear the end of it when Michelle finds it. Some things aren’t worth the aggravation, or are they?

Will he or won’t he find his weight in Lake Tahoe? Come back and we’ll find out together.