The number on the scale determines my worth.

 
*"How would you feel if you stepped on the scale in the morning and it always gave you a compliment? "you're perfect", "you're gorgeous", "you're hot!" You'll never have another bad scale day with a Yay! Scale. Thanks to the principles of quantum physics - a Yay! Scale."

Have you abused your scale?  Have you threatened to throw it?

I have.

Have you stepped on your scale more than once a day, just to see?  And, have you gotten angry because the weight hasn't budged, or WORSE, GOT HIGHER?  (Perhaps because you OMG ATE SOME FOOD?)

I have.

Have you put it "away" for a while, just to take a break from the constant mental fight you have with this piece of metal?

I have.

Have you played with the zero-balance, on more than one scale just to see if each weighs you the SAME, or if "this one has GOT to be broken!?"

Yeah.  Been there.

Why do we do this to ourselves?  Because.  

We are conditioned to believe we are as good as the NUMBER ON THE SCALE.  My girls are already doing this -- and they aren't picking it up from me.  It's SCARY.  (It is environmental, if Mom, Dad or Grandma says it, it STICKS, or if you hear it at school?  Forget about it.)

Am I simply 167 - 170 - XXX  lbs.?  Am I a better person today than I was a few months ago at 189?  Or, am I a worse person because I am not 150 pounds like I WAS?  

NO.  THAT IS CRAZY TALK.  However, if you asked me that several years ago, just after weight loss surgery, I would have had a different answer.

Why do we allow numbers to define WHO/WHAT/WHEN/WHERE and WHY we are who we are?  Because.  Just because.  And, I THINK IT SUCKS.  

(...I am a parent of four kids -- whom are the future target market of a bariatric surgeon.  My oldest child is 14, and she's many pounds heavier than I was at her age.  I thought that if mom and dad had weight loss surgery it would circumvent a lot of this, however, this blog may never end.)

From - my blog, 9/2010

 This time, *I* will point YOU in the direction of MY blog!  And warning: there is "adult content and language" in my blog.

thatcrazytattooedbaldbroad.wordpress.com/2011/05/30/slave-to-the-number-the-myth-of-perfection/

*choked on your avie*

Nice post.  I have the same Perfection is a myth image in another post...

I don't mind your language.

http://www.meltingmama.net/wls/2010/12/want-to-be-happy-stop-trying-to-be-perfect.html

http://www.meltingmama.net/wls/2011/11/did-you-have-wls-to-look-amazing.html

 Oh, so you like Mianus?  Mianus is a nice place. You should come see it sometime.

As for the language, I didn't think YOU would have an issue, but some people with more "delicate constitutions" might.

 Is yer anus in Jersey?  Sounds like a Jersey town -- or NY?

I'm not delicate.  I'm being careful with my verbiage here lately because of the drama llama.  

 Mianus is in Connecticut, just over the border from New York.

 

Mianus (neighborhood)

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia  

Mianus ( /maɪˈænəs/), formerly Mayamus and Upper Landing,^[1] is a neighborhood in the town of Greenwich in Connecticut. Unlike other Greenwich neighborhoods such as Cos Cob or Old Greenwich, Mianus does not have its own ZIP code or post office. Mianus lies partly in the Cos Cob ZIP code, partly in the Riverside ZIP code area, and partly in the Old Greenwich ZIP code area. Mianus lies at an elevation of 23 feet (7 m) and is home to an elementary school.^[2] Mianus was also home to the Mianus Motor Works, a marine engine manufacturer.^[3]

The neighborhood is located north of the dammed section of the Mianus River at East Putnam Avenue. The dam separates the tidal sal****er estuary from the fresh water river. The area above the dam is called McLoughlin's Mianus Pond.^{[citation needed]}

The area and the river are named after the chief of the Siwanoy Tribe of Native Americans that inhabited the area when Europeans first encountered them. The Siwanoys sold areas of what is now called "Old Greenwich" to the first English settlers of the town for "40 English Coates" in 1640.^{[citation needed]}

In an episode of Jackass, the crew drives 5 hours to Mianus, and records a video of double-entendres and puns based on the duality of the pronunciation of Mianus (My-Anus).^[4]

 I so needed this blog post today. Thank you.

I liked both and didn't get offended.

 So needed this...I am becoming enslaved by the damn thing.