Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Erika vs. The Scale
As I grew older and the number continued to rise I realized that for me it's not about the numbers on the scale, but the number of my clothing. How I felt more than how much I weighed became my mantra. Still, every time I went for a physical (the last one being six years ago) I'd have to climb on the scale and read the number. It was never pretty.
So it's been six years since I stepped on a scale and I was perfectly content with not knowing what it read...until the other day when I accidentally stepped on a dog scale at work. I was so shocked by the number that two things immediately rushed into my head:
1.This is why I don't fucking own a scale
2.Is this even right or is this what I weigh in "dog"
I planned on being completely transparent, but sharing that number is a bit much. It's been flashing in my head since last Thursday when it happened and I've been doing everything in my power to try and let it go. Maybe if I accidentally step on it again in a few months and it says something reasonable I'll share but for now you'll get this number with the real number hidden, like a puzzle.