Oh yeah, it's war. The scale and I are sworn enemies now. The gloves are off. The trash can is looking pretty good right now. That damn thing has not budged one freaking bit for so long that I wonder if it even works properly anymore. Scale, you suck.
(It's totally irrelevant that I have only worked out about 3 days since before Christmas and I had french fries and dessert tonight along with lots of other goodies in the past, right? RIGHT?)
Whatever. I'm right. Screw you scale.