The Scale

I talk to my scale. I pull it out from beneath the bathroom sink, and say “Okay, now be nice.” This is usually followed by, “Why do you hate me?! I’ve never been anything but nice to you.” And a quick throw back under the sink. Or, once in a very blue moon, “Oh, you do love me.” Xoxo. And I get back on, just to see that number again and double check. Mind you, these are numbers that 15 years ago, I would have jumped out of a moving bus if I had seen on the scale. But for now, a little progress is, technically, progress. Right?

Today, my faithful (four times now!) workout friends and I tried a new class. These girls, by the way, we’re both female “jocks” in high school. (meant in the nicest way) One played, and still does play, soccer. And the other is a beautiful 6’1” volleyball player. As you may or may not know, after my ever famous “synchro years,” I turned to dance. Ballet, jazz, modern and anything else I could get my hands on. Now, again, I’ve never been even near to a super model. But I LOVED it, and still do. I danced from 7th grade, through my freshman year at college. While being chubby, I still found that this is where my natural abilities lie. It comes easy and I like it. (this really is going somewhere, I swear) It has been a good 15 years since I have danced at all though, and then, mainly for fun.

So as we walked in to the gym today, my girls say “the only class offered right now is Hip-Hop.” So I quickly say, “let’s just walk the track then.” “Oh, no. Let’s try it.” They say. So here again, let me remind you that they are sporty. I tried Jenny’s spinning class, so now she will try dance. (We did spin again yesterday, and it was better. But I still had to complain, A LOT. I asked the teacher, as she was telling me to spin faster, “Please Kill Me!!”)

First of all, as I stood, so familiarly (4x a week as a kid) in front of the mirror. I said, “Who is that hefer staring back at me?” I seriously could hardly recognize myself. Eeek. So, instead of looking at me, I reminded myself, look at the teacher, not me. And we were off…

I actually had a really fun time. Fortunately, I am someone that can totally laugh at myself. With all the jumping, gyrating, hip thrusting and strutting, believe me – there was a lot to laugh at. As for my girls? By about half way through, they were sitting it out.(they gave it a good effort, though!) It is tricky, I’ll admit. But fun. And I’m not saying I was any good, believe you me! I think I was just more familiar with choreography and what the instructor was talking about. Overall; Fun time. I don’t know if the girls will go again, but I want to. Even if my ginormaty made everyone feel uncomfortable. Sorry, folks. If you don’t move "it", it’s not going to go away. That’s why we’re here, right?

So as for the scale today? We’re friends. I love him. Three weeks ago yesterday I made my final resolution to wean Chubbles and get serious about my health. Today, I was down a total of 14.2 pounds. Can’t complain about that, now can you?