I'm not anal about my weight, but I do keep a careful eye on it. I know that many people have different ways that work for them, I do prefer to weigh myself daily as I can adjust what I am eating, and how much I need to exercise, on a daily basis. This helps to keep my weight in a range that I find to be comfortable.
I also enjoy food, and I have been known to go pale and clammy if I have gone without chocolate for 3 days, so yes, there is a perpetual dilemma in my life.
I have never been one of those lucky people who could eat whatever they wanted to and keep the same shape. My metabolism has to be picked up and shaken for it to do anything, and it was horrific how, once I reached a certain age, and my body started its menopausal journey, the weight just piled on in a very short space of time.
It took me about 5 months to lose the additional 3 kilograms, which was a large endeavour. I also found I 'gave up' a lot of things that I enjoyed eating - like butter, and I cut back on how much bread I was eating every day, and I am now down to about half a spoon of sugar in my tea and coffee, where I used to insist on 2 spoons with every cup.
Do I enjoy it? I can live with it, and mentally I enjoy the sanctimonious feeling that comes from thinking "this is helping me stay healthy" when, for example, I butter other people's toast for breakfast, and leave mine plain.
I guess at this stage it is still my brain trying to overrule my emotions - I will let you know how I do!
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Meet my scale
I have anthropomorph-ised my scale. It is manipulative, mean, lazy and dof.
Every morning before I shower, I haul it out from under the basin and wait to step onto it. Those few seconds while it switches itself on, are anticipatory if I think I'm doing well, trepidatory if I ate too much over the last few days. After all, most of us want our scales to reflect a smaller number than the day before, and when you have invested all that money and hope in an electronic scale (which delivers tenths of kilogram results) you want it to be truthful but complimentary, surely?
So it's manipulative. It catches me out when I am feeling good about myself, by adding on an extra half a kilogram that I don't believe is there. It's mean because I'm sure I catch the beginnings of a smirk while it slowly coughs up the heavy numbers - is that an eight or a nine it's hovering on? Oh look, it's a nine again... <smirk>.
How's this for lazy : my scale has a peculiar habit of remembering yesterday's measurement and repeating it, maybe because it believes I'm not awake enough to fall for that trick! Then after a week or so of doing this, it suddenly changes the score and I'm left wondering why I bother to go through this sadism every day.
But finally, it is dof (a word for being slow of intelligence, stupid, pronounced like "door" with an 'f' on the end). It can be tricked into thinking I'm someone else with a different weight, so I do end up feeling better about myself as I slouch into the shower, emitting a faint flush of pride at having bested a microchip!
Every morning before I shower, I haul it out from under the basin and wait to step onto it. Those few seconds while it switches itself on, are anticipatory if I think I'm doing well, trepidatory if I ate too much over the last few days. After all, most of us want our scales to reflect a smaller number than the day before, and when you have invested all that money and hope in an electronic scale (which delivers tenths of kilogram results) you want it to be truthful but complimentary, surely?
So it's manipulative. It catches me out when I am feeling good about myself, by adding on an extra half a kilogram that I don't believe is there. It's mean because I'm sure I catch the beginnings of a smirk while it slowly coughs up the heavy numbers - is that an eight or a nine it's hovering on? Oh look, it's a nine again... <smirk>.
How's this for lazy : my scale has a peculiar habit of remembering yesterday's measurement and repeating it, maybe because it believes I'm not awake enough to fall for that trick! Then after a week or so of doing this, it suddenly changes the score and I'm left wondering why I bother to go through this sadism every day.
But finally, it is dof (a word for being slow of intelligence, stupid, pronounced like "door" with an 'f' on the end). It can be tricked into thinking I'm someone else with a different weight, so I do end up feeling better about myself as I slouch into the shower, emitting a faint flush of pride at having bested a microchip!
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