It's your weight. Your true weight. Not your wanna be weight, your driver's license weight, your medical form weight or what you tell your significant other weight. It's the real numbers on the scale. Those three little digits which seem to rule your life in good times and bad.
No matter how you twist, turn, lean with one foot, or even strip naked, the number is still there. On some scales the numbers are just plain black and white. Other times the digits are a pretty shade of blue or a vibrant red and glow when you step on. Is this a trick to make you feel better about the number? If the color is pretty does it make you feel better? We don't like the old school scale with the counter balance weight. It just doesn't seem to be accurate. We like to see that crisp, clean number in a three digit style. Or do we?
So why do we tell the little white lie about our weight when we are asked to give it? We are in control of it, yet we get upset when we don't like the number the scale reveals. We don't like it because we have only ourselves to blame for it. We don't like to take responsibility for the number. It means we are at fault. The number is what it is because we have failed to follow through with all of the promises we made to ourselves to change that number. So rather than face our failure, we tell the little white lie. We may shave just a few digits off that number or we may slice an entire 10 pounds off it. Why are we so obsessed with that darn number?
Would you be truthful if you had to give your true number to go parachuting, skydiving, bungee jumping or hang gliding? Makes a difference now doesn't it? Your life actually depends on the true number at that given moment. The equipment you need to survive is directly correlated to your weight- your real weight not your fake weight! Don't want to tell that white lie now do you? Life or death!
The number does matter but it shouldn't matter just for our vanity. We more than likely don't have our true weight on our drivers license. Why? Do you really think Johnny at Target cares how much you weigh when he asks for your license to verify your ID when checking out. Doubtful. He's busy checking out your cute daughter standing next to you. He's thinking about the Playboy magazine he forgot to hide when he left the house. He doesn't give a second thought to your digits.
Now when your lying in the ditch after a car has bumped your bike tire and tossed you a hundred yards, it would be helpful if your driver's license weight actually matched your physical weight so you can be properly identified. ( Of course you brought your ID along for this very scenario- right?) Relax, I never said you were dead, just unconscious so you can't talk. But the responding paramedic needs to know your true weight in order to dispense the appropriate amount of medication. These are very logical reasons, but you have adopted the attitude of "that's not gonna happen to me". Well, you just never know. Prepare for the worst and hope for the best, right?
So quit playing games with yourself and the scale. Save that for the State Fair when you pay a buck to have the guy guess your weight. It's a win/win. If he guesses wrong, you get some really fancy stuffed toy which you will give to your loved one in hopes of getting lucky later. If he guesses right, you win because you obviously are comfortable with your weight since you will have to step onto the scale out in PUBLIC! OMG! Can you imagine?
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