Saturday, August 10, 2013
The scales go up, and Iím upset.
The scales stay the same, Iím disappointed!
The scales go down, and Iím walking on air!
Over the years, I have shifted those scales over the bedroom, bathroom and landing floors
looking for that magic gravitational anomaly, where I might weigh a fraction less! I have stood on one leg, leaning towards the left, or right! Anything, to try to convince that number to be less.
Seriously, why on Earth does it matter so much? Sometimes it can ruin my whole day, and itís often only a few ounces!
When I look at all the ways I have to measure my progress, why do the scales have such a huge impact on my life. For a long time, I took the batteries out of the scales and binned them. I didnít weigh myself for months, but used a pair of trousers that were only just wearable as my guide.
The scales are so inaccurate as a measure over the short term. They weigh my water content, and even my last meal as well as my fat!
Then it occurred to me that the only person who ever saw that number on the scales was ME!
Do I stand stark naked on my scales in the High Street?
No, I donít! (Iíd get arrested!!!) Everybody else just sees my clothes. Not the body underneath. So I need to break this Ďthingí with the numbers. They are just that. NUMBERS!
I need to concentrate on what everybody else sees, and see that myself.