I haven’t been happy with my weight for a long time. Really, who is? Maybe those beautiful people you see on tv, on shows like “Most Beautiful”, who look after themselves. But for the most part, I think all of us would like to carry less weight on our hips, (and butt in my case) . I wouldn”t be auditioning for one of them shows.
About a month ago I saw an episode of a tv show “Dance your *ss off” and was intrigued to know the comparison of pounds to kilos, and also how that would compare to my own weight. So off I went to weigh myself. OMG. I was shocked, and saddened that I had let myself add the extra kilos without even realising. I just bought bigger clothes, and didn’t look in the mirror. I was up there with some of those ladies. Admittedly, I am taller than them, but I checked the math. (Note – I am not that good at Math) Yep. My doctor had also told me on my last two visits. Lose some weight. Not that I was weighed there. How depressing.
Anyhow, that was a fair while ago. Seems I don’t really care all that much about my weight after all. I haven’t altered my diet, and I certainly haven’t found time for exercise. Who cares. My clothes fit me. My family love me. I am not on any tv show for the “Most Beautiful”. I am me, and that’s ok.
So today I weigh myself again. I just saw the scales and thought I would give it a spin. See where I am at now. Heavier? Lighter?
The result – the same.
Dejected I got off. Ah well. So be it.
The scales at zero, read 9 kilos.
Yay, yay, yay. They were wrong all along.
Wind it back… presto – lighter!
Now I am auditioning for a tv show for “Most Stupid”. Wish me luck.