“We all have a love and hate relationship with our weighing scale. If the scale shows the weight we want to see; we love it and are happy. But, if the scale shows numbers which are way off then we hate that scale and are sad.”
This quote pretty much sums up the scale. When it’s nice to you, you love it. When it’s not so nice, you hate it. I did a search on “I love the scale.” Didn’t really get anyone saying that they loved the scale. Did another search on “I hate the scale” and there were tons of hits.
Yet almost everyone has a scale. The argument is that the scale doesn’t say if you are fit or not. Let me say this, if you are overweight or obese, you are not fit. The scale tells you that much. Some say your clothes tell you better if you are fit. Just because you are losing clothe sizes doesn’t mean you are fit. The same argument against the scale you can use for the scale.
I’m saying all this because today is another weigh-in day. That means it must be Saturday. I’ve had a week to settle back into dieting mode after our trip to Massachusetts. That was 17 days on the road. That means it was tough going for dieters.
Is the best we can do our best? I hear, I did the best I could do. I figure there was always room for better. I know because there is lots of room for better when I travel. I go to Hershey PA for example, and my food choices are a salad at McDonald’s or a salad at Red Robin. So I go to Red Robin and decide I don’t want the salad but a hamburger and fries. I did the best I could under the circumstances. That was hypothetical. Really it was. Okay, maybe, sort of, kind of. Hey, I did the best I could.