Boy howdy, is it ever, and I could be the poster child for it. I HATE scales. Hate, hate, hate, to the point that when my last bathroom scale broke I tossed in the trash and haven't replaced it. I know it seems weird to other people because rationally speaking I don't have a problem with weight. Doesnt' matter. I was pudgy as a kid (by the standards of the day; by today's standards I would have just been a slightly padded normal), traumatized by the public health nurses who came to my elementary school at least once a year to weigh and measure everyone and CALLED THE NUMBERS OUT ACROSS THE ROOM. I was fat-shamed decades before we had a term for it. Scales are the devil.