(Still) 14st 7lb
Nobody likes weighing themselves.
But when we do pluck up the courage to jump on the scales we make sure we take off every item of clothing possible because obviously taking your shoes off is going to make at least 3lbs difference.
When the scales flicker we'll hold our breath, because that'll help us lose half a stone in a split second, and maybe if we're really honest with ourselves sometimes we stand on our tip toes. You may be laughing right now but we've all done it...
And then when faced with our weight we like to make excuses, 'I had a big lunch', 'I should have gone for a wee first', 'I'm due on my period'. Point taken but maybe add 'I shouldn't have ate a packet of crisps, a chocolate bar and a doughnut everyday last week ' to your list of excuses.
Personally I hate owning weighing scales. I feel they mock me every time I walk into the bathroom and quite frankly I could do without that.
Plus on too many occasions I've done some form of exercise and thought 'Ooh I'll quickly just weigh myself, I must have lost at least 5lbs from that 45 minute aerobic class,' only to discover I'm exactly the same weight as that morning. That usually throws me into a depression which then leads me to eat a packet of crisps, or a bar of chocolate. Or maybe both....
So I decided the scales in Boots where they print your weight on a receipt was the way forward. That way I wouldn't be able to look at my weight, conveniently take off a stone and convince myself I wasn't heavy at all. Oh no. The receipt would stay in my purse and every time I opened it up to buy crisps/chocolate/mini cheesecakes from Pret my weight would be staring at me.
So I popped along Camden High Street into the local Boots and was relieved to find the scales at the back of the store.
'Phew,' I thought to myself. 'Will be able to do this quickly without anyone noticing.'
Slipping off my jacket I slid my 50p into the slot. (Just going off the point slightly, doesn't 50p seem a lot of money to be told by the scales 'we can confirm your worst fears. You are overweight, fatty bum bum.' Brilliant news, thanks. And I've just parted with my cash to be told that...
Anyway. So the money slid in and next thing I know the scales light up. Bright orange lights started flashing and a very posh spice voice starts barking orders at me. A very LOUD very posh voice.
'Stand up straight,' very loud, very posh woman barks at me.
Now the people who will milling around not taking any notice of me what so ever were now very much so taking notice of me. Great.
'Weighing you now,' still very loud, still very posh woman says.
Now my palms are sweaty, I'm convinced she is about to announce my weight to the store. Like this isn't humiliating enough.
The only thing worse than finding out your overweight is finding out at the same time as all the customers in a busy shop.
I hold my breath and say a little prayer to the scales, promising not to eat cheesecake ever again.
Somewhere, someone is listening as the loud, posh voice announces 'your receipt will be printed off now.'
I slowly exhale, jump off, grab the ticket, my bag and jacket and head for the door, head bowed.
I look at the small piece of paper with my weight on and take a deep breath. I go to make the excuse 'I've just ate my lunch, I should have weighed myself first thing,' but I stop myself. NO MORE EXCUSES.
Excuses won't help me to lose that three stone will they? No they won't. Dieting and exercise will. Woo hoo! Why have I never thought this before, eh?
I'm hoping over the coming months I'm going to start enjoying jumping on the scales and (hopefully) watch my weight come down. Maybe I'll get to the point where I'll love weighing myself in Boots and request the customers to stand round as my audience.
Then again maybe not.....
See you for weigh in on Monday!
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