Weight

This is the time of year that many start worrying about their weight. Lots of goodies to eat and less sunlight to be outside in. I am thankful that I am not in America during this season so that I don't have to constantly be consumed by my weight. We just don't seem to have the temptations here that are there. Part of me misses all the parties and the food that goes with it, but the other part of me is happy to not have them.

So today I weighed myself. It has been two months since I have had the wonderful opportunity to step on the scale. I've been walking more and doing aerobics so I thought I would see a difference in the numbers. After two months the scale says I am .4 kg. less than I was two months ago. Notice the small point before the 4. If it was 4, without the point, I would be thrilled. You see, in America I gained 8 kg, so 4 would still only be half. But no, there is that small little dot before the 4.

This past year I have learned something about myself. I have never thought I was one to have a weight problem, but I do. It isn't that I gain or lose too much weight, but the scale can become an obsession. I want to see the numbers drop. And when they don't it can ruin at least part of my day. I don't just step off the scale and resume life as before. I dwell on it for a good part of the day. This is a problem.

So I make a new days resolution to not step on the scale for the rest of the year. I prefer to live in the ignorance of not knowing how much I weigh and whether I have lost, gained, or stayed the same.