Call it obsessive. Call it a symptom of our metrics-driven society. Call it overkill.
I caught myself, the other day, wishing I could weigh all the ingredients I put into my bowl at Genghis Grill. I estimated. I’m actually pretty good at estimating, these days, but I have been determined to track everything accurately (and losing 14 lbs in a month is pretty strong evidence that it’s not a bad strategy).
Then I got a bag full of buttons. Supposedly, there are 100 buttons in the package, but what if there were only 98? Was I really going to sit there with a $5 bag of buttons, counting them like a pharmacist counts pills? What if I could just weigh them?
I have a kitchen scale. But that’s a little too big for my purse. It’d look just a little more obsessive-compulsive than I’m willing to look, should I drag it out with me for lunch at Genghis Grill, or something. So I ordered a little pocket scale on Amazon.
I didn’t really expect much out of it. I hoped it would be big enough to measure a few ounces of carrots or something. It was on sale for less than $10 (and still may be); it lists for over $20. But it had a pull out display, so I hoped maybe I could put a small container of food on it and still read the weight.
Hah! It arrived tonight. Isn’t this just the cutest little thing? It fits in the palm of my hand. The display only swings out as far as you see it, below, but that gives it a smaller profile and does get it out from under the case (which could double as a tray for items being weighed). Did I mention it has a 10 year warranty??
It even came with batteries (2 AAA batteries). Capacity is up to 1000g (just over 35 ozs., or 2 lbs.).
I weighed a letter with it and with the big kitchen scale – they differed by .02 grams. Good enough for my purposes.