The Scale

Well, I have lost a pound. That seems so minuscule at this point, but I will take it. Yesterday was a fairly good day for eating. I tracked my points, saved my incredibly dry popcorn snack for my late night carb loading phase. To be honest, it holds so little flavor in comparison to the bucket of oil and salt I normally use I found myself eating a cutie when it was over just for a hint of moisture and flavor. Yes, old carb addict me had to resort to fruit. I do not have a personal vendetta against fruit, I just prefer fat and salt. I mean really, who doesn't?  Even Richard Simmons made the news years ago as he was caught ordering pizza. Love that!

Nonetheless this is a post about the scale. As I eluded to yesterday, I bought a shiny new scale complete with glass platform, bells and whistles. It displays my goal weight, my original weight, yesterday's weight and today's weight. Today the news was good. So, I enjoyed the show. I have had many days in my lifetime where I feel like Nell Carter. Yes, my age is showing. I remember the show,"Gimme a Break". Nell gets on the scale and chokes it screaming,"LIAR!"  I later learned that was the first time the actress had been on the scale in some time and had not realized what she really weighed. Admittedly, I do that too. I avoid the scale as if it will somehow jump off the floor and attack me. I carefully will sidestep it in the morning, then justify my bad habits with,"OH well, I do not have to get on the scale". 

I do understand the standpoint of, "it is just a number, you cannot live by that". To those folks I will say only this.  No, I do not have to live by it. I can avoid it, place myself into stretchy clothes, continue my bad habits and slowly but surely work my way to the "LIAR" scale choking state of being. However, forty years of being fat has taught me that even the stretchiest of clothes have a tensile limit, and there are not enough layers of Spanx to fix things at the "LIAR" phase. 

So, I will take my one pound and pray today is a good day. I must admit, I have to do something about these carbs. Reviewing my food diary tells me this....bagel thin, goldfish crackers (as a side note, yes, I really only had one serving, the kids were eating them), popcorn, Dr. Kracker pumpkin crackers....yes, well within my points, but this poly cystic ovary syndrome girl with terrible insulin resistance needs less carbs. OK...that is today's challenge. Here I go!