I went to the doctor this week. I dreaded going because I knew I would have to get on the scale. I signed in at the reception desk and went quietly to a seat. A surreal feeling hit me as I sat alone in the reception area. I can’t remember a time when there weren’t at least ten other people waiting. I tried to occupy my mind with other things, but it didn’t help; visions of the scale taunted me. The door opened the nurse called my name, I got up like a prisoner headed to the electric chair.
There standing proudly in the corner waiting on me to step on it; was the scale. The digital scale with big bright numbers glowed, “I got you now, you might as well get it over with.” The numbers started moving slowly at first, then the numbers climbed higher, higher, and yes higher. Finally, the digits stopped moving along with my heart. Oh! My God. I looked at the nurse, I wanted to say something, maybe the scale was off, but I was so afraid she would say let’s do It again.
I felt like the weight of the world rested on my shoulders. When did I gain the extra pounds? How in the world didn’t I notice the extra weight? In that moment of reflection and contemplation, it occurred to me. Why are you playing like you’re so surprised? The weight came every time you sat on the couch eating chips and watching TV. Every time you rode the exercise bike on one end and ate a Snicker bar with the other end.
I made it past the first hurdle. It’s time to move on. I don’t believe in dwelling on problems, it’s time for solutions. My doctor was very understanding. She told me that most of her patients came with COVID 19 pounds. I’m giving myself 30 days. I’m taking control of the weight. I will not allow the weight to have control over me.
I’m off to a great start. I’m going to get the weight off.
12 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
