I want to beat the crap out of Roger.
He keeps making fun of me with the sadistic grin of a robot.
Telling me how fat I am, that I need to lose weight and saying I look 37 when I’m 34 Roger, 34!
He really needs to be careful to be honest.
I’m starting to get a bit sick of all his BS.
I’ve gotten quite close to throwing him out of the window quite a few times.
My patience is wearing quite thin.
Who exactly is Roger you ask?
You’re right, I haven’t introduced him properly yet, that’s my mistake.
Well, you might have a similar bully of your own actually. So, you might be able to relate.
Roger is my scale.
My Renpho bodyweight scale to be precise.
He breaks down all of my bodyweight stats including BMI, body fat percentage and BMR to name a few, and gives me an accurate reading of how healthy I am every time we have a little chat.
Don’t tell me a scale can’t be a bully.
Our conversations can sometimes throw me over the edge when I realise I’ve been eating one too many pies and not being consistent with my healthy lifestyle plan.
And when that happens, it hurts.
Luckily, things seem to have turned a corner recently. Which I’m quite happy about.
In our last conversation, he told me I was 36 (Metabolic age), had 18.2% body fat and was 78% muscle. And that made me very very happy.
