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weighing in
My anxiety rises. It permeates the house atmosphere, even more than dirty dog smell. From my first waking moment until I go to bed at night, a low level buzz is present.
The end of summer blues? No. The start of school for Kid? No. DH’s constant travel-schedule-and-subsequent-assimilation-back-into-the-family stress? No.
You see, DH has a project replacing garage door openers. Which he did, but he also wanted to replace the springs. Why do I care about this at all? I mean, my car has been ousted from the garage by a variety of ever-constant house project materials as of this spring, so I have no need to ever go into the garage again, except of course to look for more popsicles in the freezer. Or to look for a missing spouse.
The thing is, as part of this project, he needed to know what the garage door weighs. He guessed way off and got the wrong springs.
So……….he bought a scale. A perky, shiny bathroom scale on which to lower the door and learn its weight (70lbs).
And me, I have not lived with a scale for years. They make me nervous. I think these household ones (versus the doctors’ ones) were created by Satan to make women go nuts. Get on it? No. Maybe. Well, okay, just this once….ugh.
Then, the next day: Oh, no, a pound more. Hmphf. Well, I did drink a giant mug of tea first and eat that toast. Yea….
Then, the next day: Oh, whew. It’s okay after all.
Then, the next day: Oh, crap! Better not eat anything today. Which attitude invariably makes me crave a couple gallons of peanut M&M’s and Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food. Together. And that’s just breakfast.
The rest of the day becomes filled with “should” talk in my head — “should eat that,” “should not eat that,” “should have that,” “should not even smell that,” “should be good,” “should not be bad“….. I go mental.
The scale looks all innocent and white and like you’d put it in your dollhouse. Digital and sparkly clean. Whatever. Don’t be fooled. It’s still evil in there. Lurking. With a menacing soundtrack.
I think I will put it away.
Maybe in the back of a cramped closet where it can whine at me, in that tone no one else hears, as I walk past the closed door. Maybe I should rip out its tiny, battery brain and leave it, blank-faced and mute.
Or, maybe smash it to smithereens with an ax. So I can relax.
originally posted on Aug 31, 2007 at Let the Dog In!
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I. hate. scales! I don’t usually obsess about my weight, but I’m finding it difficult to come to grips with my post-second-pregnancy self. Fortunately, I don’t have a scale in the house. Unfortunately, whenever I see one accessible to me, I step on it. Then obsess until I can reason myself out of it, or find another scale. Bad machines! BAAAD machines!
The post-second-pregnancy self is the worst! Scales suck big time!
no! no! no! unless you are running out of the house, naked, on an empty stomach, you must never ever weigh yourself somewhere else!!
I see nothing good coming from it.
I’m always running out of the house naked on an empty stomach. Which is WHY I always weigh myself at other people’s houses. RIGHT. the very thought sickens and horrifies me! For me it’s less about the scale and more about the the feeling. Like how my stomach’s feeling FLAT whout the L. Ugh. At least I have my mind and my quick wit, right?
And here I am, blaming my chubba wubba on the 3rd baby . . .
that I had almost 4 years ago.
I hate the scale right now, it is not my friend.
Totally agree! DH and I have set goals to each lose 15 lbs by Christmas. That would put me at my lowest weight since my junior year in college. (That was several years ago now…) Thing is, even though I might attain that weight, I’m pretty sure I’ll still have my mommy-of-twins flap that hangs over. And my hips will still be wider than they were in college… I’m coming to realize it’s not so much about what I weigh as how healthy I am. But that damn scale still holds power over me, tempting me to step on it every day.
nothing ever good came from owning a scale. Even if you are losing weight it reminds you of your diet. Who ever decided that keeping it in a bathroom was a good idea…..it’s the first thing you see in the morning…..DANG SCALES!!
What you don’t know won’t hurt you…this includes weight issues!
Maybe we’re all just being TOO superficial!! I think I’ll just try to focus on my intellectual and spiritual growth, rather than my midsection growth…..
To all those “shoulds” about food:
Don’t “should” on me and I won’t “should” on you.
Heard that in a song at church once (if you can believe it). And in case it doesn’t work in writing as well as it did in song, the “should” sounded like another common word that starts with s-h.
Just imagine those old ladies twittering in their pews…