Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A number on a scale
I know I'm much more than a number on a scale. On some days though, that number takes over my life. It determines the outcome of my day. It tells me I'm not healthy. It tells me I need to work out. It tells me my appearance is not great. Some days, I would like to fling the scale through the window. But I'm sure it'll come back like a boomerang.
The scale tells me everything I do not wish to hear. It's such a negative object. I hope, in time, I will love my scale. But as soon as that scale will change me as a person in a negative way, I'll trash it. Promised!