Facing the enemy.
It’s amazing how such a small, generally unimportant piece of equipment can have such a large impact on our lives, self-esteem, outlook, and overall feeling of well being. Think about it. It’s a small box that 9 times out of 10 sits under a shelf in the bathroom, doing nothing more than observing our day to day “bathroom rituals.” But, this little box holds more power than I’m afraid it may be aware of. This gadget has the ability to make us laugh, cry, scream in delight…yell out in agony…jump up and down…throw random objects…even (and on more than one occasion, I’m sure) let the expletives fly. It can all out make or break us. And why is that? Why does one seamingly meainingless # make such an impact on our lives? Better yet, why do we let it? There are so MANY factors that make up that #, yet if we don’t view it in our favor, we are crushed. Some of us fear this box…to the point where we avoid it at all costs…and when we finally do decide that we have enough courage that day to see what our numerical fortune may tell, it’s too late. Why, oh why do we let this inanimate object control our lives to such an extent? Why can’t we simply step up, read the #, say to ourselves “ok,” then go about our business? Why can’t it be that easy? The reason is simple: because we let it. We let a numerical value dictate our overall worth in life, and that’s just plain sad. It’s just a number. A damned #, yet most of us fear it almost as much as death. (I know I do.) So I ask you this: how do we get over this scale phobia the majority of us suffer from? Do we continue to avoid it at all costs, pushing it further and further under that shelf until it is lost where all of the unmated socks end up? Or do we just face the music and step up? I’m afraid it’s the latter.
I for one am tired of eating right, exercising, and then being afraid to face the enemy. What’s the worst that could happen? Is it going to reach up and take a huge bite out of that bare foot perched ever so gracefully upon thee? Doubtful. So, why don’t we just do it? Get on. Don’t be afraid. It won’t kill you. (And if by some freak accident it does, I’ll buy you a Coke. Diet, of course!) I’m tired of doing all of this work, and then not having anything to show for it. (Of course the looser clothes are always a major plus…but you understand where I’m going with this.) Don’t be afraid. Just step up. You might be pleasantly (or unpleasantly) surprised, but you then know what you have to do from there.
From now on, I vow to step on the scale 3x a week, and not give a damn about what it says. Life will go on. I promise. Remember, just step up.
*I will not be stepping up for the next 5 days though. I’m getting my period tomorrow. Need I say more? 
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oh my god,,, and i went to therapy this evening,hehe you sound like pms is gonna be a doozey this month,, hehe well we all have those months and periods, your normal,, and for some reason this evening a little freaky,,hehe are we governed by the moon,
Oh and by the way!!! you look great, and i am proud of your accomplishment and can only amagine the journey its been HIGH FIVE
I totally agree. Although I like to think the scales hold no power over me, I know I’m kidding myself, but it’s something I’m working on.
I love weighing my self during my period, and blaming whatever the number is on bloating, bleeding and whatever else I can think of (Except my eating habits) and then….weiging my self the first day after my period! Ta Da! magically 3 pounds gone.
yes this is a psychotic trick from someone who has been influenced way to much about how much she weighs.