Barbie
Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:44 am
My new scale is NOT my friend; she sits in my bathroom, as if she is the Queen of Sheba, watching my every move. Sometime I think I see her sneer at me as I step out the shower. She sits, smug and sure of herself. She just knows I have gained weight and she cannot wait to exclaim my abundance to the world. (Yes, I got a talking scale for my birthday and I was insane enough to keep it)
One tap of my foot and she cheerfully chirps, “Hello.†Within the next few seconds she chirps “Ready.†I swear she snickers after she says "ready." Once I am on the scale she calculates my weight to 1/10 of a pound, and announces the result in a very clear, loud voice. There is no way to turn her off or turn her down.
The First time I responded to her, she gleefully announced that I weighed 210 pounds. The next few days were the same. That was when I noticed a seeming lilt to her voice. I was if she got pleasure when I did not lose any weight and when I gained; she seemed to sing the poundage out in an almost operatic manner.
I decided to silence her. I refused to weigh every day.
I have started taking notice of how my clothes fit. I made a special trip to Good Will and bought a pair of jeans, a pair of Capri’s and a pair of shorts, all one size smaller than what I wear. Each one is cut different, but success in wearing all them will denote a notable decrease in the pounds I am lugging around for free. I call them my 21’s and I intend to weigh myself every 21 days.
My scale sat unattended for weeks, (I hoped she had lost her voice). On Tuesday, I weighed for the first time in two weeks and when she announced 200 pounds, she did so with a sniffle. 10 pounds since May 16, I did a Cha Cha out of the bathroom and an Electric Slide into my Kitchen. I had to backtrack to put on my Robe. I am sure my boys, Chihuahuas, thought I had lost my mind.
As for my scale, she is a bit less smug and she seems to have gained some much warranted respect for me… I think her name is Barbie
One tap of my foot and she cheerfully chirps, “Hello.†Within the next few seconds she chirps “Ready.†I swear she snickers after she says "ready." Once I am on the scale she calculates my weight to 1/10 of a pound, and announces the result in a very clear, loud voice. There is no way to turn her off or turn her down.
The First time I responded to her, she gleefully announced that I weighed 210 pounds. The next few days were the same. That was when I noticed a seeming lilt to her voice. I was if she got pleasure when I did not lose any weight and when I gained; she seemed to sing the poundage out in an almost operatic manner.
I decided to silence her. I refused to weigh every day.
I have started taking notice of how my clothes fit. I made a special trip to Good Will and bought a pair of jeans, a pair of Capri’s and a pair of shorts, all one size smaller than what I wear. Each one is cut different, but success in wearing all them will denote a notable decrease in the pounds I am lugging around for free. I call them my 21’s and I intend to weigh myself every 21 days.
My scale sat unattended for weeks, (I hoped she had lost her voice). On Tuesday, I weighed for the first time in two weeks and when she announced 200 pounds, she did so with a sniffle. 10 pounds since May 16, I did a Cha Cha out of the bathroom and an Electric Slide into my Kitchen. I had to backtrack to put on my Robe. I am sure my boys, Chihuahuas, thought I had lost my mind.
As for my scale, she is a bit less smug and she seems to have gained some much warranted respect for me… I think her name is Barbie
