The scale has mocked me for the last time. The evil machine snarls and snaps and most importantly lies in attempts to make me feel fat. I am tempted to cast it out of the third floor window and watch as it shatters once it hits the pavement. It fills me with delight to even imagine such a move, but I am afraid the feeling would be short lived. Soon I would be out shopping for a new scale. A kinder more gentle scale that will tell me what i want to hear even though deep inside I would know the truth.
Today marks a sad and dark day in the life of Rob. He stepped on the scale and hit a horrid and extremely high number. A number that caused him to silently shudder. Since February 5Th Rob has gained 25 pounds - gasp -!
I read where Christian Bale gained 100 lbs in a mere six weeks, but he was trying too and I am sure he involved nutritionists and physicians and maybe a touch of steroids. All that is well and good, but I packed on my weight without trying and without the advice of well knowing practitioners.
I am touchy about my weight and a few years ago I worked my ass off to drop a cool 100 pounds and it frightens me when the weight attempts to creep back on like a sneaky little bastard. Five pounds was not cause to worry and 10 pounds - well I thought I could just increase my exercise. Fifteen pounds and it reminded me to get serious, but I skipped all the was to 25 and now I am in a cold sweat!.
From here on out I am going hard core! No more excuses! No more putting off runs and exercise until later or until I feel better.
I reach a point and I get super focused and nothing gets in my way. So instead of waiting to start Monday I am starting at this very moment to get my act together. Well right after I take a hammer to that damn scale!
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