Oh, I wish I had seen you on that scale to see what my weight looks like on someone else...maybe it would help to motivate me to move that number down!!!
Yes, today, it happened. The scale at the gym was set to my exact weight...which means that someone had just weighed themselves and stepped off right before I got to the dressing room. Did I pass her? Did I look at her and think she was fat? Did I look at her and think...she looks pretty good? Was she still in the gym? Was she still working out...hmmmm, which one is she. I really want to know. Do you think people would mind if I asked, "Hey, are you the one that weighed "such and such"? Would it be an insult to some...would it be a compliment to others? I looked around...I wondered. I never got my answer.
But, I must say, it was so nice to see!!! Someone else here weighs the same as me!!! Well, not to brag, but I did have to bump it down about 1/4 pound to really get it to balance correctly....
Anyway, let me tell you why I was so relieved. Because for the past several weeks, as I walk into the locker room, I always am sure to make note of the scale to see what weight is left on it, if any! And, I am sad to say that it is often left on a weight...a weight that I can never imagine obtaining for myself. The first time. Some emaciated, hungry woman had left it on 112!? "Who in the HELL in here weighs 112!? Show yourself beyotch!" I wanted to shout.
Another time it was on 126! Oh, how I would love to be 126 pounds again...when was that weight on my body last? I think I may have obtained that number my Freshman year in college. (Yeah, I actually lost weight that year.) Then I porked out my sophomore year while I worked food service. I think I may have gotten back to that weight again some time in my senior year, but never again. And, I venture to guess...NEVER AGAIN!!!
Another time the scale read 116 and I went ballistic (in my head) again! I just can not imagine being that skinny! As I forced myself to take step after step on the elliptical and tried so hard not to think about how, doing this, I will be able to eat some Flamin' Hots after without as much guilt...I looked around at the fit little figures that wandered the gym amongst me and, I thought, "her and, yeah, her...oh, yeah ~ that one looks hungry, too."
There they are...those gals under 130 pounds! They must live off of oatmeal, celery and whey protein shakes... They are NOT HAPPY!
But, damn! Am I? Well, yes, I am. I AM HAPPY DAMMIT!!! I just wish I was skinnier!!! Why is that such an obsession? I don't know...when I get to the bottom of this bag of chips...maybe I will find my answer.
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Do you know that every time I get off the scale, I always move it way down. If you got on the scale after me, you would say......there's NO WAY IN HELL that lady weighs 116. She was a COW....and you would be correct. I wouldn't want the person after me to have any idea what I weigh. Don't all people push the thing way over?? Whoever got off the scale before you probably weighs a ton more than you do.
I always put it back to ZERO!!! I am sure that the 112 pounders keep their weight on there, because they are so proud of themselves....
I'm a "zero it out" kinda girl...don't want nobody knowing my true weight. My license still says 115 (which was a lie back in the early 90's). Margee you look awesome AND skinny! Those beyotches at the gym are probably looking at you thinking "I wish I looked like that skinny bitch".
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