Sunday, April 06, 2014
It is actually one of my oldest acquaintances!
It came into my house in 1970, early in my first pregnancy. I bought it at K-Mart for $6.99.
It went up with me till the baby was born in August, then along with me, went back down.
It went up when I was divorced, and back down for my next wedding. Up during my second pregnancy, then down again. Up when I was widowed, and back down for another wedding. Up again when I was widowed again, and back down as I learned to live on my own. It went up when I retired and slumped into old age. It has carried me back down, as I made the effort to return to fitness.
During these 44 years, it lived with me in 8 different houses, and stood in the corner of my bathroom patiently waiting for my weekly visit. It's rubber feet have completely worn away. Spots of rust and bleach splashes have scarred its face.
How could I ever toss out this old friend?
It has always been there for me, if I needed to lose a few pounds or if I wanted reassurance that I was still beautiful.
I often read blogs by people who buy a new scale and set a new fitness goal. Then they voice frustration when the scale registers a .2 loss or .4 gain.
My old scale and I have no patience with such nit-picking measurements. If I weigh less than last week, this scale will show me. If I weigh more than last month, or last year, it's plainly shown on the dial. We continue to go along together, two battle-scarred old companions.