Tuesday, May 21, 2013
My scale has had me holding at 190 for weeks and weeks. What I eat or number of trips to the fitness center donít seem to make a big difference. I check the poundage daily. Sometime over indulgence and laziness pushes me up to 192 on Wed, but by Fri I am back to holding. I know the scale works because it started out at my all-time high and retirement wt of about 215, and did s-l-o-w-l-y, very slowly come down from there to settle at 190. My plan was not for it to settle at 190 foróe-v-e-r. Jeeze.
So, I bought a new, digital scale for a place Iíll be visiting regularly during the summer. At first the light-weight, digital scale was temperamental, but it finally figured out how to move from a blank screen to 888.88, which I hoped was not my weight, to 0.00. After traveling to Northern IN all my life, I discovered that there is a much greater gravitational push up there compared to Central IN. I jumped on my new scale and jumped right off. Holy Shamoly. I think it said something like 198.2. Who on earth needs a scale that weighs you 8.2 lbs more than you really weigh. I moved it behind a door. The screen was again blank. Better blank than 888.88 or 198.2. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, so I fooled around with it until it registered the increased gravitational pressure and thought some of those very expressive symbols #@%$&+##$@.
That was Thurs night. By the time I left on Mon (yesterday) morning, the gravitational push was relaxing a bit and the scale was reading 192.6. This morning I donned my ďconsistencyĒ clothes and shoes and jumped on my scale that sets the standard. The low side of the 190 has mark. Hey-hey. Back on track. Hard to tell if it is the Northern Pacific RR track or the Southern Pacific RR track or any of the multitude of RR tracks between. But, Friday is weigh-in day and even if Iím not in this challenge I will weigh in on the standard setting scale. Maybe it will move south of the 190 mark this week.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Weight is weird when you have plenty of it. It is easy to keep going up, but ridiculously difficult to get it down. When I hear these women say they need to lose 5 or 10 lbs, 'I'll just skip my 5,000 calorie Starbucks a couple of days this week' I think "must be nice."
However, I, along with you, am in a much better situation. We may have to lose more wt and we may want to be thinner and buy new wardrobes, but we are trying to do it as a long-term healthy life change. I'm not calling it a life "style" change anymore, because that, to me, is kind of a negative approach. I am just tweaking some of my habits to be a little healthier. That is no big deal compared to the effort required to "change my life-style." It's like smoking. Everyone says to "quit smoking" is a real challenge. Well, I didn't quit smoking. I just stopped buying cigarettes. "Us Taryton smokers would rather fight than switch," and this Taryton smoker agreed, so rather than switch I just stopped buying them. For years I knew I should try this diet or that as others, who lost 20 lbs, pronounced their effect, and shortly gained 30 lbs. But after 1 or 2 meals "on the diet", it was too complicated and too much effort.
I tend to choose the verbal/psychological path of least resistance and so I am not "on a diet," I don't have to go to a fitness ctr for exercise, I don't have to pass the Trix, cake mix, and bakery aisles in favor of spending more time in produce and in front of the yogurt. I do this because I want to do it. I do it because I want to be healthier. I do this not because I want to live forever, but because I want to live while I am here.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
In moments of pondering (and I ponder a lot of things) I have tried to figure out if I am afraid of anything. I'm not afraid of storms, or spiders, or snakes. There are things that I tend to avoid like lions and tigers and bears, oh my, but I'm not afraid to go to the zoo and see them. I'm not afraid of someone stealing my unlocked car or the "stuff" from my home. I'm not afraid of being mugged in "bad" neighborhoods, but I don't walk those streets alone at midnight.
I think I do have 1 fear. Does anyone have a "fear" of losing wt? Yesterday I was pleased that I was holding at 190. Then I sabotaged it by going to Sam's and having a hotdog and buying Cow Tails (a caramel cream candy). I bought the apples, oranges and tomatoes I went there for, but I had been trying to break the hotdog and Cow Tails habits.
I've thought about this "fear" before and wondered about it. I really do believe I am afraid if I lose a little wt I will set myself up for future wt loss failure. I am also afraid people will be more judgmental, such as if I eat a cookie or put dressing on a salad their immediate reaction will be "I thought you were on a diet." I see many suggestions to share your goals with family and friends, which is exactly what I don't do. Why don't I? Because I have a fear of being judged, criticized, or compared because I don't have the strength of mind, body or soul to do it.
Well, knowledge is power and I have the knowledge of identifying the fear. Now all I need is the power to overcome the fear of breaking through the 190 barrier to 189.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
The poor, maligned, inanimate, intimate scale. It spends its time sitting on the floor, shoved in a corner, often out of sight and out of mind. If it was a living being perhaps it would feel lonely: left alone, stood on, sometimes abused when physically kicked aside or verbally called names not repeated in polite society.
What is its real offence? When you are lied to, you are annoyed and no longer trust that person, business or electronic device. You want the TRUTH! However, you want the scale to lie, but it tells you the truth.
You want a device that will reliably process data so you can make an intelligent choice. You study the capacity, power usage and guarantees for appliances and carefully check content, washing instructions and feel the texture of towels gathering data. You want appliances and color coordinated towels that do their intended jobs. However a scale is ďgrab-and-go.Ē If you donít gather the data, it is easy to blame the quality of the scale. Yet, a bathroom (or wherever you hide it) scale is one of the most accurate, long-lasting items we will ever own.
Sometimes we move it from room to room, possibly hoping to forget which corner it is hidden. We move it from home to home thinking, perhaps, itís good enough; no one will ever see it.
We have a scale for 1, somewhat egotistical but very intimate and personal, reason: to provide us with data about ourselves. Some of us use it daily, hoping the data it provides will support our plan. Some of us use it less frequently for an assortment of reasons or perhaps they are really just excuses. Sometimes the dayís datum is higher, sometimes lower, and sometimes it just stays the same. But it is just lots of data that we asked for; numbers we are responsible for; numbers that donít lie but tell us the truth whether we like it or not.
The scale is, in fact, your best friend. If the data is not what you want, donít blame the accurate collection mechanism. The data you are gathering is important for your health, your well-being, and your ability to function on a daily basis. The scale adheres to Godís 9th Commandment: Thou shall not bear false witness (lie). The scale adheres to the basics of science: gather and assess accurate data. A scale is only annoying when you incorporate your own personal emotions and behaviors into the mix. You canít change the data and you canít change the truth. You can only change your emotional response and your behavior to the data and the truth.
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