Oh the needle bounces, trying to decide whether to stay or move. Finally when it comes to rest, I see it stuck firmly on The Number That Ends in Zero. Oh, how it wanted to break through and slip on down to a "9" or maybe even an "8". But no. Not today.
Today it says to me "try again. Keep up the effort. Eat your veggies."
I wince, but I know it is right, this strange-talking scale needle. I take in its message. And then as I turn to go get dressed for the day, I stop, turn, stare at it and wonder if this chatty machine has been looking at me in my underwear. I go back and give it a kick for good measure.