Diet Post
I did the dumbest thing yesterday.
I was sent to a new clinic to cover for a vacationing nurse. There I was, all by myself. Unlike my usual clinic, this clinic was dead. Not a soul in sight. No patients. Nothing to do. So I read my Oprah magazine. I sat around. I did nothing.
Then I thought I'd get up and walk around, try and find something to do, maybe some cleaning, maybe some filing, anything! And then I spied it. A balance scale. Of course, it was there all along, but I never gave it any thought until I was there alone with it. And I thought, "what the heck!" I decided to weigh myself on it.
OH MY!
It was more than a little discouraging, let me tell you! Especially since I suspect that the balance scale is a lot more accurate than my little analog scale at home. To be fair, I had all my clothes on, (NO, men-readers, I did NOT strip down there in the clinic, so you can forget those naughty nurse thoughts now.) I had already eaten breakfast and had two Diet Cokes. But still. I was a good seven pounds heavier on that office scale than I am at home. SEVEN POUNDS! It was truly, truly distressing.
The logical conclusion is that it doesn't matter what the balance scale says. I have lost weight. I have lost weight for sure. Even if the dumb balance scale is accurate, then it would have accurately shown my weight when I started this new way of life, (not a diet) eight or nine weeks ago. But it's all about the numbers. The numbers that you hate to see. I hate to think that I really weigh what that balance scale says I weigh. It's kind of like starting over.
Sigh.
That said, I did really well yesterday on the "new way of life." (Not a diet.) My family went to a Fish Fry last night (a common activity for Catholic families during Lent.) I ate before we went because I looked up the points on fried fish and I just couldn't afford to eat it. I was conserving points all day so I could have popcorn last night, but after I made the popcorn, it didn't taste good to me. I realized I was forcing myself to eat it anyway because I had saved up for it. After I realized that, I was able to quit. Go me!
Anyway, onward to another "New Way of Life" (not a diet) day for me. It's raining here, so I don't know if I'll get out and walk. It's 9:30 in the morning and all the kids are still sleeping. No cartoons blaring. Life is good.
I was sent to a new clinic to cover for a vacationing nurse. There I was, all by myself. Unlike my usual clinic, this clinic was dead. Not a soul in sight. No patients. Nothing to do. So I read my Oprah magazine. I sat around. I did nothing.
Then I thought I'd get up and walk around, try and find something to do, maybe some cleaning, maybe some filing, anything! And then I spied it. A balance scale. Of course, it was there all along, but I never gave it any thought until I was there alone with it. And I thought, "what the heck!" I decided to weigh myself on it.
OH MY!
It was more than a little discouraging, let me tell you! Especially since I suspect that the balance scale is a lot more accurate than my little analog scale at home. To be fair, I had all my clothes on, (NO, men-readers, I did NOT strip down there in the clinic, so you can forget those naughty nurse thoughts now.) I had already eaten breakfast and had two Diet Cokes. But still. I was a good seven pounds heavier on that office scale than I am at home. SEVEN POUNDS! It was truly, truly distressing.
The logical conclusion is that it doesn't matter what the balance scale says. I have lost weight. I have lost weight for sure. Even if the dumb balance scale is accurate, then it would have accurately shown my weight when I started this new way of life, (not a diet) eight or nine weeks ago. But it's all about the numbers. The numbers that you hate to see. I hate to think that I really weigh what that balance scale says I weigh. It's kind of like starting over.
Sigh.
That said, I did really well yesterday on the "new way of life." (Not a diet.) My family went to a Fish Fry last night (a common activity for Catholic families during Lent.) I ate before we went because I looked up the points on fried fish and I just couldn't afford to eat it. I was conserving points all day so I could have popcorn last night, but after I made the popcorn, it didn't taste good to me. I realized I was forcing myself to eat it anyway because I had saved up for it. After I realized that, I was able to quit. Go me!
Anyway, onward to another "New Way of Life" (not a diet) day for me. It's raining here, so I don't know if I'll get out and walk. It's 9:30 in the morning and all the kids are still sleeping. No cartoons blaring. Life is good.
posted by Juanita at
7:01 AM
5 Comments:
That scale business is BUNK! Here's the real deal...you weigh yourself at home. If the numbers are incorrect, that doesn't really matter...the bottom line is that you have a baseline and progress markers based on one consistent scale...yours.
If you guys go to St. Ann's, let me know. I'll be pissed if I don't get at least one St. Ann's fish fry in. So will the kids.
Clothes and food and liquid can easily add up to several pounds. Trust me, as I've done many "scientific" experiments with my scale...so, hopefully, you can allow yourself to take it with a TOTAL AND COMPLETE grain of salt. The scale does not know or tell you that you are honoring yourself and taking care of yourself and choosing a better way of life for yourself. That, my dear, is up to you to realize! :)
Ok, first off, you weighed yourself on a different scale, you'd eaten breakfast, AND had 2 diet cokes...are you MAD??? Let me guess, your hair was wet as well???
Really, this scale isn't "accurate". There are NO accurate scales in the world. The accurate scale, is the scale you use everytime you weigh yourself, at the same time of day, and the same way, ie: no clothes on or similar clothes...that is the only way to see how you're doing. And keep in mind there are days where you follow those rules, and you're still up because of water retention. You're a nurse, you know these things, and so do I, but I also know how all this logic gets COMPLETELY erased, like it never existed, when we get on a scale and it gives us an unfavorable number...I know exactly how it feels.
Now, after all that, you bounced right back!! Normally, if that had happened to me, I would've gone for the fried fish, and said Screw It....but you didn't, so GOOD JOB!!!
Take care,
Frida
oh, Frida cracks me up! Wet hair, ha! Juanita, you gotta listen to her!
Girls, I know, I know. It was completely illogical, but highly irritating at the same time. Maybe my hair was a little damp! That would explain it. I'll go with that excuse.
In case you think nurses ever weigh their patients unsympathetically, I want you to know it's not the case. I never, ever say a word about anybody's weight. I feel really bad when I have to weigh somebody who's the slightest bit chunky, or might be sensitive about their weight. Most of my patients are men, though, and they don't seem to care a bit, even when they exceed the capacity of my scale. Also, FYI, I never remember anybody's weight, either. So if you think you're making a big impression on some nurse with your weight, you're probably wrong.
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