This week my gratitude is abundant and overflowing.
It is thankfulness for two scales!
Yes you heard right.... scales.. you know the ones that weigh you?
Nope I did not lose the five pounds I wanted to. But realized that my own scale is a BIG LIAR! In a good way.
I had an appointment last week at work called “Know your Numbers” where we all had to meet with a nurse and get weighed, take height, track BMI, take a bunch of blood tests and have our blood pressure measured.
Of course I told myself that their scale would of course be 5 pounds higher since I had already eaten breakfast, and was dressed in layers instead of naked hungry me in the morning usually getting weighed on my own scale. I emotionally prepared myself...
Well gosh darn dammit-I weighed in and I was 6 pounds lighter on their scale!!!
So this was a tricky one- they had a broken scale but oh well if all of us at that company would feel mentally better after leaving that appt eh? Isn’t this mental ease better than knowing the real numbers. It would have been easier to just let it go if I weren't in charge of the entire Wellness program..tough choices. So I told the nurse that her scale was off (integrity is important right?) She said that it was fine and accurate-I love these 19 yr old nurses right out of school they are so incredibly smart.
So then this week my life insurance is being renewed so I try to eat a bit less this weekend for the big weigh in this morning again with a different nurse who came to my house. (Thank God these things take place before Halloween!) So she gets to the height part and says “How tall are you?” and I tell her. She gets to the weight part and says” Can you step on my scale please?”
Why is it that they believe your height that you tell them but not the weight….is it possible that some people actually lie about this??? (Yup that might be me!!!)
So I get on it-same layers-same pop tart (and healthy apple) sitting at bottom of stomach weighing me down again. And I am a magical 3 pounds lighter on her scale too! I felt like I won the lottery-yet again!!!!!
So an incredible start to the day of course.
Lesson learned. My scale is a liar. I love my scale now.
Note to all friend and loved ones: If ever you need a good dose of depression or push to exercise a bit more come over to my house-step on my lying scale and look at your naked body in the wall to wall surrounding mirrors of my bathroom. Always an excellent start to the morning. Sometimes my mom refuses to stay overnight with the kids becasue she is fearful of my bathroom ...for real.
My last question of inquiry for all of you is: Why do they take a person’s blood pressure BEFORE they stick a needle in your “veins so delicate we have to use a baby’s needle it is so hard to draw blood from you” or before they put you on their scales?? Why is this?
No wonder my blood pressure has been high at times. No kidding!!!! Qualifies as a traumatic experience for meJ))
(I love days when a few extra pounds are my biggest worry. These qualify as really good days as far as I am concerned!)
