The Big Bad Scales

Think about it, we all have some kind of relationship with scales, weighing scales that is.  You either love them or hate them, you either use them or you don’t.  I would say that most of us at some time in our life have stepped on to a pair of scales, through choice or against will (the doctor will demand a visit to the scales at each visit), and we either love what the scales say or we hate what the scales say.

Right now and for most of my life I have despised what the scales tell me and I have watched the numbers get bigger and bigger.  I even got through an estimated 4 years without having to stand on a pair of scales (different doctor) and my ignorance to my ever increasing weight is why I am the size I am today.  At present I weight 108 kilos, the heaviest I have ever been.  What those scales tell me I hate and have hated for years.  I have proposed drastic action.

In honour to scales (maybe in hope for a good reading from the Scale Gods), I pour out my heart and true feelings to the battle between me, my weight and the scales.  I know I am not the only one with this battle, with obesity now becoming an epidemic and most of us are never happy with our weight, there is more of you out there with this realtionship with the scales and one of you have got to be trying to either loose the flab or just ignore that the flab is there.  I hear your voice, I am in your shoes, I am in the battle too.  Problem is, I never win anything.