So after the quest to find a scale I get it home and set it up. I am sitting here staring at this scale. I am so intimidated by this stupid little thing. It's really ridiculous.
Ok. I've been staring at it for five minutes at some point I have to get on this damn thing and just weigh myself once and for all. Here it goes.
The numbers come across and I fly off of that thing!! What in the hell! I do not weigh that much. There is no way. Something is wrong with this damn thing. I got a defective scale. I'm taking off my clothes. This shirt and pants have to weigh like 20lbs. They have to. I strip down to my birthday suit and jump on the scale. One pound less?!? Are you kidding me? I take the battery out of the scale and put it back in. I get on the scale again and nothing has changed.
Now I am standing here in my birthday suit, crying and staring at these numbers glaring back at me. I swear the scale is smiling at me. This is a new low. When did I get so fat?
I have decided that the scale is a liar and the devil. Thank god I am starting a diet because the skinny girl inside of me is pissed.
Well at least I finally did it. I took the first step to facing the reality of my weight. The scale isn't really a liar. I'm clearly in a very deep seated denial. That has given me more motivation to really work this diet. To change my lifestyle.
I vow to get more sleep, to stop skipping meals, to stop eating late and to start eating better. I am here not only because of my thyroid disorder and PCOS but because of me and my lifestyle.
I still think the scale is the devil but maybe it's telling the truth...maybe.
The scale can suck a....well ya know. Don't see those numbers as the devil.....see them as motivation to kick that scales ass!! You can do it!!!!!!
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