When you hear the word “scale,” you can think of many things. If you are a musician you might think of the musical scale—doe, ray, me. If you are a mathematician, you might think of the scale factor. If you are an angler, you might think of fish scales. If you are a map-reader, you might think of the distance scale. However, if you are a dieter, you will think about the dreaded weight-measuring instrument called the scale. Sometimes referred to the bathroom scale, it measures how much you weigh. I do have ours in the bathroom but you might find them other places. On trips, I take it with me.
I once was a member of Weight Watchers. I don’t know how they do it today, but the moment you walked in to the meeting, they weighed you. The scale blocked your way to finding an available chair. The finale of Biggest Loser each week is the scale. It sits up on the platform like a great torture device and the contestant has to walk up there with 25 million people watching when they step on the scale. It flashes for a minute building up the suspense until a number pops up or they cut to a commercial.
Yes, today is weigh-in day. (I still think there should be a dash. Grammar checker doesn’t like it.) It won’t be as dramatic as Biggest Loser. I don’t have 25 million people watching. Good thing as I don’t have on much when I weigh. I need all the help I can get. That must be a weird feeling, standing before so many, and you already know you’re fat. It’s a little like teeing off on the first golf tee when there are people standing there watching you.
The scale shows no favoritism. Everyone gets an equal chance to obtain a fair weight. The passionate desire for every weight loss aficionado is to see that scale show a little less than the last time you weighed. Unless of course you are one of those exceptional individuals who just wants to weigh the same as last time.
So I push button one for guest one—that’s me—and hear the beeps as it prepares for me to step up on the scale. Then some additional beeps as it calculates my fat percent. No one claps or says anything. I say either yeah or phooey. Today I hope it will be yeah.