Happy Dance...mixed emotions
I started my day the same as I do every other day.
Go potty.
Move gate outta the way to the exercise room (gate keeps dogs out, not me...but sometimes I forget and I run into it...I'm not the brightest bulb in the pack).
Kick the "on" button to the scale.
Step on the cold metal beast, arms folded. Wait for number to register.
What? Wait. Really? I'm at my lowest weight for 2010! I step off and do the happy dance. A big smile on my face...YES!!!
Then it hits me that I'm letting the scale regulate my mood. I hate this, but have lived it every day of my life. When there is a loss, I'm happy. When there is a gain, I get pissed. When I'm the same, I'm confused. "But why aren't you budging? What am I doing wrong?"
A love/hate relationship that exists with a cold piece of metal. You too?
Go potty.
Move gate outta the way to the exercise room (gate keeps dogs out, not me...but sometimes I forget and I run into it...I'm not the brightest bulb in the pack).
Kick the "on" button to the scale.
Step on the cold metal beast, arms folded. Wait for number to register.
What? Wait. Really? I'm at my lowest weight for 2010! I step off and do the happy dance. A big smile on my face...YES!!!
Then it hits me that I'm letting the scale regulate my mood. I hate this, but have lived it every day of my life. When there is a loss, I'm happy. When there is a gain, I get pissed. When I'm the same, I'm confused. "But why aren't you budging? What am I doing wrong?"
A love/hate relationship that exists with a cold piece of metal. You too?
posted by Kim @ 8:30 AM
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