Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The scales don't lie.
The scales tell the story of depression.
The scales tell the story of self-worth that has taken a recent beating.
The scales tell how I slowly allowed my circumstances to pull me away from my goals.
The scales tell me how I have nearly given up.
But there is somehow a small spark (how appropriate) still ignited in a corner of me that refuses to be doused by the sands of discouragement, depression, and circumstances.
That spark says there is still hope, and it tells me why.
That spark says that I still drink 4 bottles of water a day.
That spark says that I still enjoy fresh fruit and yogurt.
That spark says that I really could exercise if I would only step on the gazelle.
That spark says that I haven't gained back ALL the weight.
That spark reminds me that I have lost 20 pounds and that I can lose 20 more if I set my mind to it.
That spark says that I should try again.
That spark says I can succeed.
That spark says that it can change the story of the scales so the spark and the scales can begin to tell their story as a song, and sing it in harmony.