Why do many women feel the need to pray to the almighty scale??? And worse, go about exclaiming how much penance she needs to inflict upon herself to adhere to the scale's wishes???
I was in the locker room today, changing before a body sculpting class in the fitness center at work. A colleague in the IT department (who is also changing)remarks about how "bad" she was this weekend. I asked her to define "bad," as I think about what she could possibly consider "bad." She says, "I had a piece of fried chicken. And half a hamburger..." while camping.
I reassured her that she was not "bad."
She then said that it was "bad" because she didn't lose any weight last week. (Apparently she had been losing two pounds each week.) She then stated her hope of losing two pounds this week - to make up for last week.
Oh, and there's more!
She went on to tell me that it was easy losing weight the first few weeks. I informed her that water weight was easy to lose, which is what the first few pounds on any "diet" tend to be. I then said, "It's not about the number on the scale." She replied, "It is for me." Subject dropped along with my jaw.
My first reaction was to retort, "Yeah, well, it's your life. I'm recovering from an eating disorder and I'd rather not talk about things like this."
I didn't. Partly because I didn't want this woman to know. [Although, if she continues to discuss diets/weight/numbers/scales/etc., I will tell her to lay off and why.]
I pity this woman. Her self-esteem, her sense of worth is chained to the number on the scale.
I remember that life all too well.
After that conversation, I had fleeting thoughts about what I've been eating and how lazy I was this weekend (no exercise for me because I strained my neck on Friday. Note to self: I'm not a teenager who can do a headstand without sufficiently warming up. lol) I even had a flicker of guilt for my "glutteny" this weekend when I ate a few cookies.
But then, after a good mental shaking, I stopped. I don't want that life. What is so "bad" about enjoying a cookie?? (especially a really yummy one?) What is so "terrible" about a piece of fried chicken? What is so "awful" about a whole burger, let alone half of one????
Nothing. There is nothing wrong with any of it.
I know I've written a lot about my favorite mantra - "It's not about the numbers." I've needed a little more reminding than usual myself about that lately, but I've also been hit with how big a hangup our culture has with numbers - weights, bmis, calories, paychecks, housing prices, etc.
I'm annoyed by it all.
Wouldn't it be great if life on Earth was similar to Star Trek: Next Generation's Earth? One big happy world family, no money, food for the asking, people encourage to explore new worlds and seek out new life... I wonder if that also applied to inner lives and the world of the psyche as well? Hmmm...