A week or so ago, I had all of a sudden gained two kilo's. I'd just returned from a week in Poland, where I had seen a couply of restaurants too many from the inside. So I thought the extra two kilo's would disappear if I would just eat normal again and maybe went to the gym a little more often.
But the extra kilo's kept appearing on the screen of my scale. Maybe my metabolism was bailing out on me, I thought. I reduced the size of my meals. No result.
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I started wearing my 'fat clothes'. I even ordered some new t-shirts and sweaters in a bigger size. I was convinced I was going to have to accept that I would never loose the weight.
Until my boyfriend stepped on the scale. He's had the same weight for over ten years now. Guess what? Two extra kilo's!
Still it didn't dawn on me.
Suddenly, while calculating my body mass index on a dull moment at work, it hit me. It was the scale! The damn thing had been flooded with water from the bath tub so often, the chances of it being broken were very high!
With a big smile, I bought a new scale. And lost 2,5 kilo in an instant. The extra half kilo I lost being a bonus from being tricked by my scale.