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I grew up without a scale.  I never weighed myself; I was always thin.

Then, in 2009, I discovered, much to my horror, that I wasn’t thin anymore.  I joined Weight Watchers and someone gave me a scale; they actually had an extra one.  I lost the weight I wanted to, and stepping on a scale became part of my morning routine.

While I no longer weigh my food or calculate points, I still weigh myself almost every morning.  It keeps me in check.  I try to stay around 122.

I haven’t been on my scale since Friday.  That morning I weighed 123.  Also on Friday the guys from ABC come and lay my bedroom rug.  I stay in the other room and don’t rush in when I hear a rather loud kerplunk.  I yell out, “Everything okay?”  I get back, “Yup, everything is good.”

Today I get on the scale.  104 pounds.  Amazing.  19 pounds lighter without even trying.  I step on the scale again.  Now I’m 114.  Then 111. I'm the Incredible Shrinking Woman.

I call Conair.  I have no idea what kind of warrantee they offer, but with no argument at all, the Customer Service rep tells me to send back the scale and Conair will replace it.  Just like that.  

I hope I don’t gain 10 pounds while I’m waiting for the new one to arrive.