Sunday, January 23, 2011
Me, My Scale & I
Total loss: -75.5
Maybe you and the scale dance every day, maybe you don’t give a doodley-damn what it’s got to say.
Maybe a gain sends you into a spiral of sadness and self-loathing. Maybe an uptick on the scale spurs you to be more determined and driven going forward.
Maybe a loss provides a near pharmaceutical high. Maybe you take each weigh-in with a shrug and a wary smile, because you know what the scale giveth, it may soon taketh away.
Maybe you sweat out every tenth-of-a-pound drop and maybe you don’t give too much weight to a number on a scale.
For me, the scale’s just another tool. Used right, it can help you stay focused and stay accountable. Used wrong, it can drive you out of your ever-loving mind.
Because make no mistake: it will confound you, perplex you, infuriate you. You can do everything right and it just may laugh in your face. You can struggle and stumble and be shocked to see a “how’d-that-happen?” drop.
Once a week, I take a deep breath and step on that scale.
It isn’t always fair and it isn’t always a loss, but more often than not, I get what I deserve.
What I earned.