Nudging Left
"If hunger is not the problem, then eating is not the solution." ~Author Unknown
I stepped on a bona fide scale yesterday to check my weight. I despise scales. At the doctors office, unless you are younger than 25, you can be sure that the scale will tell your story. For the past few years, the visit to the doctor, and the stepping on the scale, has been something I dread. You take off your shoes, you stand on the cold platform and then you wait for the weights to be moved. The heavier one, the 50 lb increment isn't too bad. Three clicks to the right, 150 lbs. I can live with that. It is the little pesky weight that really makes me angry. You can believe you are one weight, but that little bugger will tell the truth. There is nothing worse than putting it where you believe you weigh and then watching the pointer float to the top. That is when you have to nudge the single lb marker to the right until the pointer dips to the middle of the rectangle where it evens out to tell you your weight.
For the past several years, I've been nudging that weight to the right. I know that is bad, and yet I haven't been able to get it to stop. Blame it on age, blame it on injuries, blame it on stress, whatever the reason I was slowly moving out of a healthy weight.
It is amazing how quickly we can move away from center. Whether it is for work, or at home, with weight or finances, it is easy to slowly move away from where we know we need to be. The first late night at work when the rush of completing all your tasks lures you into forgetting your family, you find yourself nudging right. Grabbing the credit card for something frivolous and then buying into the belief that you deserve to have whatever you want, even if the budget cannot support it, you nudge right. Pouring that cold drink at the end of a stressful day and then another and another until you can't figure out where all of the alcohol is going, another nudge in the wrong direction. Whatever the scenario is, we have all done it.
The beautiful thing is when we figure it out and regain control. Life is a dress rehearsal where we are allowed to make mistakes. The only unforgivable mistake is the one where you don't learn a lesson from it. Sooner or later, you nudge right enough and you realize you have to get back on track. The clothes stop fitting, your family stomps their feet, your body cries "uncle", or the credit companies start calling.
I've finally begun stepping on a scale and nudging it left. It was a long time coming and it hasn't been easy, but I've begun to right myself in the fitness department. It feels really good. It feels good to recognize the woman in the mirror. It feels good to put on clothes that fit loosely. It feels good to sit at a table and say a definitive "no thank you" to that fantastic dessert.
The choice is mine to make, nudge right and move farther away from the woman I know I can be, or nudge left and return to my very own personal best. It's an easy choice to make.
I stepped on a bona fide scale yesterday to check my weight. I despise scales. At the doctors office, unless you are younger than 25, you can be sure that the scale will tell your story. For the past few years, the visit to the doctor, and the stepping on the scale, has been something I dread. You take off your shoes, you stand on the cold platform and then you wait for the weights to be moved. The heavier one, the 50 lb increment isn't too bad. Three clicks to the right, 150 lbs. I can live with that. It is the little pesky weight that really makes me angry. You can believe you are one weight, but that little bugger will tell the truth. There is nothing worse than putting it where you believe you weigh and then watching the pointer float to the top. That is when you have to nudge the single lb marker to the right until the pointer dips to the middle of the rectangle where it evens out to tell you your weight.
For the past several years, I've been nudging that weight to the right. I know that is bad, and yet I haven't been able to get it to stop. Blame it on age, blame it on injuries, blame it on stress, whatever the reason I was slowly moving out of a healthy weight.
It is amazing how quickly we can move away from center. Whether it is for work, or at home, with weight or finances, it is easy to slowly move away from where we know we need to be. The first late night at work when the rush of completing all your tasks lures you into forgetting your family, you find yourself nudging right. Grabbing the credit card for something frivolous and then buying into the belief that you deserve to have whatever you want, even if the budget cannot support it, you nudge right. Pouring that cold drink at the end of a stressful day and then another and another until you can't figure out where all of the alcohol is going, another nudge in the wrong direction. Whatever the scenario is, we have all done it.
The beautiful thing is when we figure it out and regain control. Life is a dress rehearsal where we are allowed to make mistakes. The only unforgivable mistake is the one where you don't learn a lesson from it. Sooner or later, you nudge right enough and you realize you have to get back on track. The clothes stop fitting, your family stomps their feet, your body cries "uncle", or the credit companies start calling.
I've finally begun stepping on a scale and nudging it left. It was a long time coming and it hasn't been easy, but I've begun to right myself in the fitness department. It feels really good. It feels good to recognize the woman in the mirror. It feels good to put on clothes that fit loosely. It feels good to sit at a table and say a definitive "no thank you" to that fantastic dessert.
The choice is mine to make, nudge right and move farther away from the woman I know I can be, or nudge left and return to my very own personal best. It's an easy choice to make.
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