My bathroom scale and I have come to an understanding. I won't stand on it and hurt it anymore if it will stop telling me my weight.
The last couple of months have been brutal on my waistline: Valentine's Day, a birthday. Um, Groundhog Day. Uh, leftovers from New Year's Eve/Christmas/Thanksgiving/Halloween. Last Groundhog Day.
I needed a break. My scale needed a break.