Nasty Bathroom Scales

My bathroom scales were old.  Seriously old.  They lacked any new technology whatsoever.  They were 'rotary phone' scales that you manually adjusted with a dial on the bottom to get them back to zero.  They were not accurate.  I know they weren't.  But, you live with something for years and you just get attached to it, or at least accustomed to it's idiosyncrasies.  After my last doctor visit where they made me step on the scales (which would somehow determine if I had poison ivy or not) I decided I probably should get some scales that might tell me the truth.  I very clearly made the nurse aware that their scales were 8 pounds off! 8 pounds!  (Insert sad face here)

I put 'scales' on my To Do list and went on a search.  All scales now are digital - not rotary dial.  Fortunately for me, none of the scales in the stores had their batteries inserted so I was not subjected to the humiliation of seeing 8 extra pounds on the readout - and possibly any passerby viewing it as well.  I also wisely chose Not to get a scale that displays your Body Fat in 2" numbers for perusal.  I already know the end result would be an unusable scale suffering from hammer damage.  Still haven't gotten on the scale - but my hubby did.  Then he took 7 pounds of items off of his person (he is one of Those people who carry no less than 50 keys on him at any given time because he NEEDS them all right now) and re-weighed himself.  I didn't hear a shriek from the bathroom, so I am going to guess that the scales are within acceptable proximity to correct.

That is one of the differences between men and women.  A Big difference really.  We look in the mirror and see Jabba-the-Hut looking back at us no matter what our size.  A man looks in the mirror and sees Mr. Universe in his reflection - no matter the pot belly. Why on earth is that? Well, part of it is fashion, part is tradition, part of it is (you are Not going to believe this) the government.  It is just part of history that sprang forth during and after World War II.  We won't discuss it now (Whew!).  But it is a fact, none the less, that women are hyper-critical of themselves and their figure.  Some gals rebel with the "Well, since I can't look good, I just don't care what I look like!" (Defiance)  Some gals try to remedy their situation with "I can lose weight!" and promptly try every unhealthy diet they read or hear about. (Overcompensation)  While some gals accept what they have and work with it. (Smart)

You're smart, aren't you?  I know you are.  There is no body issue that can't be camouflaged or visually re-directed.  Some things can actually be re-directed with the use of accessories. Get a great 'statement' necklace (advertisers really like to use that word: statement) or an amazing brooch.  Brooches do not have to be old and fuddy-duddy.  I have had young, male, grocery-sackers tell me a brooch was really pretty. You need to know EVERY DAY that when you leave the house, you are wearing something great. Something that can take your mind off of whatever body issue you are traumatizing over.  Yes, you are traumatizing.  That is why you mumble to yourself when you get dressed.  Stop it!  I have said before that you may have extra hips, thighs, arm jiggle, whatever - dress what you have.  Don't squeeze yourself like a pork sausage.  Put on something that Fits and then add something marvelous to complete yourself (then add the most marvelous thing - your smile).  I promise - the smile is just the cherry on top.  It does not matter what a digital readout says (thank goodness it isn't audible!) - it matters what you DO with yourself when you step off of those nasty scales.  Do great things with yourself.  Let the Closet Fairy help.

God bless you richly.  I know that He has blessed me!