Day #27 - But What Is To Be Believed?

Just Another Day on Times Square

Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm afraid that I need to come to terms with the possibility that my scale has been displaying incorrectly all along, and the random numbers that show my weight as being much higher are the real numbers. Frankly, this idea is the nightmare of anyone working to lose the excess pounds, but if I don't look at it I will only be living in a deluded version of what I'm doing. The only reason to do that would be so that I could go along believing that I weigh less than I do. 

I refuse! 

As I've mentioned before, when the scales tells me that I'm light - I am! When it tells me that I'm heavy - then that's what I feel! I need accuracy!

What I really want is a scale that tells me the truth so that when I'm told I'm lighter - it's the absolute fact, no questions. What does this all mean? It means that yet again I am heading back to the store to trade in a semi-functioning scale for one that, as one of my online friends describes it, as simply consistent. 

Real results are on the way:-)

Day #20 - Is It Mind Over Matter or..?

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When the scale tells me that I've lost weight I feel like I have indeed lost weight; my step is lighter, I feel more free and easy, my attitude is superior. When the scale tells me that I have gained weight (or not lost when I'm trying to do so), I feel like I have lead weights strapped to my feet, my pants become snug, I become a lumbering grotesque creature. 
The only problem is that I have clearly ascertained that my scale is quite often wrong, and yet my psyche is so easily swayed by that wretched lying ner-do-well!
Am I a product of what that chunk of metal tells me? Yes, I'm sorry to report that I am. Am I to spend the rest of my days on this planet searching for an honorable scale that will not display a measurement that is so wrong that I am moved to get off and get back on for another try, or five? 
Yes, oh yes, I am a man on a mission:-)

Day #18 - What a World

Cool, I can quote my own book:-p

Some days are certainly better than others, and on those days I spend my time glowing and crowing about whatever success has graced my world of weight control. Other days I have issues with an inanimate chunk of technology that rules how I feel about my weight and consequently, often as not, my sense of self worth. The fact is, that no matter the measurement by which the pull of gravity on the material of my body is calculated, I am always me. I have always been this person, and I am happy about that, no matter if I complain about the ongoing trial of strength between me and the evil that is my scale. Being who I am is a gift. Who am I to complain about that? What I'm getting at, in my round about way, is some days I'm heavier than on other days, and that used fact to rule my life. Now I know how much control I really have, if I don't get too attached to getting to where I want to go - quickly. Here I am on day 20, and I've lost a small amount of weight. Excellent! Does this mean that I'll not be complaining tomorrow? Common, I'm still the way I am; impatient, sometimes grouchy, often opinionated, and an all round great human being with no flaws of any kind.-)