Tales from the Scales

I emailed a friend today and thought I'd share it here. I'm sharing it because it will give you, my sweet readers a little peek into why I haven't been blogging often. I also share it because it described my frustration with the scales and why reinvent a good piece. Here you go:

"Yes, there is some business about the body thinking it's starving and hanging on to every fat cell. I keep telling my body that there is NO famine here. There will be food each day (Lord willing), so go ahead and let yesterday's fat go.

My body isn't listening.

So, like you, even though I can feel muscles forming, the scales are not going down. As a result, I threw the scales out into the back yard. That act alone might have burnt off one pound--now we'll never know.

I'm working out at Curves these days. They offer a terrific 30 minute work-out. And let me tell you, I sweat. They also measure and weigh you once a month. My measuring last month (which was the end of my first month) showed that I did lose inches and my body mass index went down 4 whole points. Those two facts alone were worth rejoicing. The scale showed that I'd gained a pound (curse the scale, and it's way too heavy to throw out their back door.) Don't worry, they said. The important thing is that you are losing inches and look at that bmi number. blah, blah, blah. Listen sister, they don't put your bmi number on your driver's license.

Anyway, I'm going to go eat my protein so my muscles can rebuild and realize there is no famine in Egypt."

Now before you push the comment button (and please do, push it) I really do know that it is good to lose inches and for your bmi to go down. I'm glad about that, really I am. seriously, really. Just to show you how glad, I'll go get the scales from the backyard. looks kinda trashy anyway--out there with the couch and car up on cinder blocks. The scales out there really clutters the place.