Many women and men view the scale as a frenemy: A friend when the weight’s coming off, and an enemy when the weight’s packing on. The scale has made me cry, laugh, clap my hands, and/or want to hide under my blanket for days with only Cheetos and cans of Coke to keep me company.
But sometimes, we find other “things” to obsess about that don’t involve the scale. What’s one of my weight obsessions? I often wonder if I’m too fat for my car. I drive a 2007 VW Beetle Convertible, not my dream car, but pretty darn close to it, and every time I put the key in the ignition, I tell myself, “I can’t possibly look cute sitting in the driver’s seat at over 200 pounds. This car begs for a petite gal in a strapless sundress with collarbones that can carve diamonds and thighs that don’t touch.” Again, that is something I’d never tell another person, but myself? I’m fair game.
It’s a good thing, though, that I don’t tell myself I’m too fat to cycle. Believe me, it can be intimidating when you’re surrounded by fit cyclists in Lycra shorts and fitted jerseys. It can be disheartening when you have the same shorts and jerseys hanging in your closet, reason being, they don’t fit anymore, but they are just too darn expensive to give up.
But I know cycling will help me return to a healthier lifestyle. And the writer in me loves being able to smell freshly rained on grass and watch dragonflies mate while I work on my cadence. My husband also likes my rear in cycling shorts, so that helps boost the ego. 😉
And that girl in the VW Beetle? The one that thinks she’s not cute in the driver’s seat at over 200 pounds? Deep down, she knows that to be successful in weight loss, she needs to love herself no matter the number on the scale or the view on the other side of the windshield. She also knows that she can’t fall in love with herself overnight. Slowly, she’s working on it. 🙂
Any random thoughts you have about your weight that goes beyond the scale? Take a load off in the comments section!