Wednesday, December 26, 2012
So..... you ever have a fiesty foot scale? You know.... the one that gives whatever weight it feels like, sometimes none at all, ... the teaser,,... the taunter..... the rascally spinning dial.... the diabolical digital delinquent?
Yeah, I have one of those too. The other day, because I hadn't stood facing it for a while, I decided to see what the "the little darling" had in store for me that day.
It's morning, so we are all a bit lighter, no coffee or breakfast or snow shoes inching up the lbs. I stood on its technological buttoned up panels and it said 226.something!~! woo hoo! I'm thinking, I finally broke that 240 mark I had been dancing around for years, but then.... knowing the little weight swinging vermit as I do.... I stepped on it again. 238.5!!! Can we say Arrgh?!
And, in trying to find an average, perhaps even a third times a charm, move it to a different section of the floor, yes it does make a difference..... 246!! AAGH! Inhale through nostrils.... stick my tongue out at the mocking decimaled read out.... and think.....
Well, as we can see, scales are MISLEADING...... scales are NOT DEFINITE..... scales are merely THAT.... just a weighted piece of equipment that we get a ROUGH estimate from.
I looked at my hands... I had to move the two rings that I wore to my middle fingers because the they were slipping off of my ring fingers..... I was able to fit into clothes that I have not been able to wear, and was fearing would have to go into the "I'll never fit into those again" box..... and they were loose, comfortable, no buttons popping, no zippers sliding, and I was happy with what I saw when I looked into a mirror wearing them.
I FEEL better during the day. I drink plain water.... something that used to make me nauseated... I don't feel up to running races, but then I have never really enjoyed running... but I love hiking and walking and riding my stationary bike while I watch tv. I have once again starting dancing while I work around the house,... just bust into a boogie woogie.... come on! don't you just want to mortify the kids with me?! heehee
As to the scale.... nuts and bolts don't intimidate me anymore. I don't get upset when I see the change go up and down 10 lbs [sometimes more] anymore or get crashing depression when all my hard work feels like for naught because of a number that I felt judged by.
I know that I was up to and hit the 260 mark. I know that I have been as close as 200 to my goal. I know that I need to try harder, but I know that I am making an effort and trying.
If it weren't for the waste I'd post a lovely photo of throwing the scale into the trash, but it was a gift from my mother who was trying to help, a fancy one with memory markers and dehydrating measurers [through my feet] which never seemed to work, and so ... what to do with it..... I think I shall dream tonight about one of those pumpkin chunkin contests..... weeeee!!!!.... mwhahahahah!