Dear scale

Dear scale,

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee to the numerical display and kilograms and pounds
My soul can reach, when feeling overweight
For the ends of BMI and ideal weight.
I loathe thee to the level of every day's
Most fattening meal, by sun and candle-light.
I loathe thee freely, as women strive for size 5,
I loathe thee purely, as they turn to low carbs and Trim Spa.
I loathe thee with a passion put to use
In my old jeans, and with my childhood's candy.
I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to multiply.
With my lost pounds, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if I choose,
I shall but love thee better after 40 more pounds.