Tuesday, 18 November 2008

The Tyranny Of The Scales

Scales, an inanimate electrical or mechanical device, have the ability to elevate my mood to positively glowing, or dash it to smithereens on the rocks of despair!

I wish I could ignore the scales, walk away from them never to return. But the scales are the auditor of my self discipline, the gains are the taxes levied on slips, indiscretions, or sometimes for no good reason at all. If I didn't face the scales every week, I would never have enough discipline to keep this weight thing moving down.

So since I know I can't walk away from the scales, I need to find a way to stop them from hurting me. How have I arrived at a position where I am brought to tears by the wrong number flashing up on the screen? They have me in their tyrannical grip and I am their unwilling slave. If I'm really good 100% of the time, they are supposed to be a benevolent master.

I can only conclude the Heather's scales are moody and mean, and like to torment me. I'll show them! I'm going to make those numbers fall, and I'm going to break free of their shackles! Ha!

(don't send for the men in white coats, I composed the entry in a sleep deprived haze and I kind of liked the metaphors!)

3 comments:

Fat4Now said...

You CAN and WILL do this
keep positive :)

Another Wendy said...

I am in the same position as you - SW member, 50lb lost since January, a slave to the wavering scales.

If it's any help while you are struggling, you are a HUGE inspiration to me - you are doing fantastically well. I don't comment often (I get you through Google Reader) but I love to read your posts.

Keep going!

tisha85 said...

I've been a scale hater too. Still am one. Hang in there.