Monday, June 15, 2009
The little voice in the back of my head told me to step on the scale today. I usually just ignore that little voice when it whispers about the scale. Today, I did not. I brought the scale out from its hiding place and got it set up in the bathroom . . . I stripped to my birthday suit and took a step. Oh my . . . I could feel the anger before the digital scale stopped sputtering.
I stood there, staring down at what I thought was a cruel joke. Yup, betrayed, Again. WTF!
I stepped off the scale and put "it" back in the closet.
I've been on this same plateau for over two years. This latest course of action my doctor has me is supposed to move me off of it. So far, not yet. SERIOUSLY!
I do all the right things and yet . . . Nothing.
Well, that little voice will be silenced for awhile and the scale will just live in the closet or maybe at a friends house. My anger has been reduced to mere whimpers and the tears continue to threaten. Today's weigh-in was just another betrayal and a cruel joke.
I stand resolved and look forward to my works out this week and my efforts to walk more.
A friend has a theory, "maybe you're trying too hard" - could be. She continued with, "let go a little and have some fun" - maybe. It has been more fun since I joined SP.
Until the next weigh-in I'll just keep moving and shaken my tail.