My bathroom scale never fails me. It's steadfast, true, and dependable. No matter what, the number I see causes me sadness.

It doesn't matter if I've gained, stayed the same, or lost weight; I'm unhappy. And here's why.

In the past, when I was trying to lose weight (and failing), I would weigh myself every day. I couldn't get out of the habit. Sometimes, I would get off and back on again a second later, just to see if the number would be 0.2lbs lower than what it just was. Or I would weigh myself multiple times a day; clinging to the hope of seeing a low number that would bring me some joy in life.