Funny how a little square that sits on the floor that may take a tiny battery can have so much power. Why do we let it control our moods, our progress, our lives?
Every morning I wake up and run to my little friend to see if he will tell me good news, "Oh Powerful One, please tell me what I want to hear" "I have worked so hard today and I'm really trying". Standing there waiting for the digits to move, grasping my hands looking down with anticipation and then it happens, the magical number appears. The Powerful One is laughing at me, saying sucker, I think I will mess with you and say you gained 3lbs. ha ha thats what you get for stepping on my so hard yesterday! I say "I'm sorry, I'll be better tomorrow", as I walk away with a frown on my face. Thinking what can I do to fix this?
Then the next day I step on the Powerful One and it says you lost 2lbs, woohoo!! The scale blankly looks up at me and thinks I got you under my control now. I'm so happy, I knew I could be better!! I love today, I feel great!!! I'm so excited for that 2lbs loss that I step on my little buddy, my best friend before bed to make sure I kept off that 2lbs., you know I'm loving him now, he told me I lost 2lbs, and it said I gained 2lbs, thats fine because I know when I step on him in the morning, he'll say you lost it. So I don't fret, I know I'm looking good and losing weight, I'm feeling sexy!!
Then the morning comes and the scale didn't move, what the "F"? Now I'm depressed, why did that happened? What did I do to my little friend to make him tell me horrible things? Why do I put so my emphasis on a little digital box on my floor. He can't tell me how much salt I had, he can't tell me how much muscle I gained, he can't tell me that ok, maybe you ate a little to much, he can't tell me what program to do to lose weight. I know all this, you know all this, so why do we let him get us down? I love my little friend when he tells me good news, but I can't let him upset me when he doesn't. From here on out, it's once a week visit to the Mighty Powerful Square Box that lives on my bathroom floor. We can't let him and all his friends dictate our moods and lives.
So long, I will miss seeing you everyday, but I think once a week is enough, don't you?