Scales, Bugs and Boyfriends, OH MY!!!
So what is it about the scale that has us all captivated? I have read no less than 8 blogs this week dedicated to the evils that are the scale, so at least I know I am not alone in my frustration.
See, I hadnt been on my scale in over 6 months!!! And I was perfectly happy in my no scale zone world…
Then, I got on it last week…
Pulled it out from its hiding place behind the toilet…Cleanned it up all nice and shiney like. (Note to self: Hairspray residue is NASTY!) and placed it in a place of prominance in my household.
It now rests in the hallway where I pass it every day to remind myself of what I am doing here.
But here is the problem. The scale, no matter how much you say it wont be a measure of your success of failure, IS!! It has a strange, almost magnetic pull, and in some cases, mind controls all of us!!! (Does the government know about this I wonder???)
Anyway, since that time, I have gotten on the scale THREE times…And seen NO movement…Fine. It had only been two days since my weigh in…So I vow to give it a week…
Well, the week has come and gone, and today I wanted to step on that scale soooooooooooooooo bad. I mean, I had to fight it with EVERYTHING in me…
But I didn’t. Because now I am scared of the damn thing again…
Its been over a week. What if I get on there and see NO LOSS or worse, A GAIN!!!! You see, even though my eating has been great…I mean, honestly, in the 5 weeks I have been back on my game, I have had 2 off days…TWO. That’s remarkable for me. Really. BUT, what if on those two days I gained 10 pounds? (Yep, I honestly do think that happens!!!) add to that the fact that as of right now, the only exercise I am getting is walking (Which I love by the way, but in NO WAY burns the calories I need to get this thing done).
Well, I am right around that 6 week mark which I think is CRITICAL to those of us on the journey…After 6 weeks you want to see a result. ANY result. I know me. I know my body. And if I get on that scale and don’t see at least a LITTLE loss, I am gonna be devestated and tempted to throw in the towel.
Do I feel better? You bet. Do my clothes fit better? YEP. But do I feel thinner? No, not yet…
So I didn’t do it…Because as much as I want to know, and need to know, I just cant do it yet…UGH…
I HATE THE SCALE!!!!!
So lets talk about bugs for just a sec. I live in the coutnry. I got bugs in my yard by the bucket ful. I am not much of a girlie girl, so bugs are normally not a big deal to me. But we have holes in two of our screens, and are missing a screen all together on one window, so nightly I get at least one bug escaping into my house for protection, food, or just to piss me off…
Its usually a mosquito…A moth…Or a lightening bug…And frankly I am really tired of it.
Every mornig I find a bug corpse in my shower, or my sink…And I am done…BUGS, QUIT BUGGING ME ALREADY!! Grrrrrr…
Okay. The boyfriend. (Yes, that means YOU Brian!) He reads these ramblings of mine occasionally, so I will try to go somewhat easy on him, but COME ON…
What is up with men? Really…
Are us women REALLY all that difficult to figure out? I truly truly don’t think so…But I don’t know. Maybe some of us are…
I think, as a girlfriend, and previously, as a wife, that I am no great mystery…(Completely awesome by the way, but not hard to figure out…)
I am very outspoken…Too honest for my own good, and I am HUGE on communication…So speaking up with my partner has never really been in issue for me…I wear my heart and my emotions on my sleeve, so at any given moment, you pretty much know where you stand with me…
I would THINK that this means that a partner of mine SHOULD know exactly whats going on with me at any given moment, right?
WRONG.
Apparently it’s a man thing…Apparently they need a bill board…A written invitation…Or a swift kick in the butt to actually ANTICIPATE what you need without being told…
Now I will preface this with two things.
ONE: I am fiercely independent some times, and have even gotten worse in the last few years.
TWO: Brian is a truly awesome, kind, and sweet guy.
BUT…And here is a really big but…Sometimes, I have no idea where his brain is at…(Knowing him, its over on Facebook playing Mafia Wars! LOL)
In our year and a half together, I have played my “Baby” card very little…This means I have not been whiney, or sick, or needed extra attention…I was not sick at all during the winter…And besides my back surgery from last August, he has not really had to “Take care of me” in any way…
Now, I am not saying he doesn’t do things for me. He does. If he is getting up to get a drink, he will ask if I want anything…That sort of thing…
But, as noted earlier in the week, I took a nasty spill, which did result in a legitimate injury that made me whiney, and hurty (Yeah, it’s a word…) A little extra attention would not have only been nice, but it was kind of actually expected!!
Why? Because he is super sweet on a normal day, so I expected SUPER SIZED sweetness with a wound in the house…Some extra lovin…A card…Even a small token to say “Hey, sorry you had a rough week”…
Ummm. No…
I was completely wrong…
I got no extra babying this week…UGH…And yes, I brought it up to him last night…
Then, today, I had to leave early…He knew this. Remember? We talk about EVERYTHING. But, instead of takig it upon himself to make sure I had my lunch/breakfast and everything else I needed to get me out the door early, he did NOTHING as I rushed around like a mad woman…
Now…
You may be saying to yourself that I am being unneccessarily cruel.
I don’t think so. And here is why…
I take pretty good care of him too. This definitely goes both ways.(Yours truly even cuts his nails for him…Now how freakin sweet am I???)
If I am out in the kitchen packing my lunch, I pack his too. I also make sure he has PLENTY of food for his day, and will often make sure he has breakfast as well. He has never ever asked me to do this. I do it because that’s what you should do.
I don’t ASK him what he wants because I know his likes and dislikes.
I PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE!!!!
So why, when I bring these things up, do I get the answer “Baby, all you have to do is tell me what you want me to do and I will do it!”
Yes. I know this. He is a great guy and would do anything I asked short of murder…
Great. That works great with a trained dog as well…But it should NOT be that way with a partner…Should it??
The problem is I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTIME I WANT OR NEED SOMETHING!!!! I want you to use your head, act like the adult that you are, and just anticipate my needs for the day!!!
Really. Is that too much to ask?
I don’t ask this ALL the time, but yes, on special occasions like running late or an illness, yes, I want you to do things without me asking you to do them!!
I truly don’t get it…In my female brain it seems overly simple. You see something that needs done, and you do it. Whether in life, or at work, whatever…
Am I really the only person that processes this way???
Okay…Rant done…For today anyway…
Love the rant and my husband could easily be your boyfriend and it has caused some major issues. We are actually seeing a counselor about it and what I have learned from Brian in our 4 short sessions is not that we have a communication problem (that is what my husband thought), we have an interpretation or translation problem.
The long and short of it is that men and women are wired differently. No matter how similiar your interests may be there are going to be these issues. My husband is likewise very sweet and caring….still opens car doors and holds my hand but if I was running late he’d be nowhere to be found. Unlike this morning as we both frantically searched the house for 10 minutes for his keys which he eventually found in his pants pocket…yes the ones he had on???? My first thought was if you hung them up on the hook…..but no I didn’t dare say it.
I’m most certain that your boyfriend is concerned and had you asked him to help pack your lunch he would have. The problem we independent women have is asking for help. So until you can learn to ask, he will remain clueless. Sorry to not provide more assistance but it really just is a mars venus thing.
Bahahaha. This is GREAT and OH SOOO tru. I relate, most definitely. :)I sure hope that scales moves for you so u dont get discouraged—and down ! Ur doing great, dont fret
I have the same problem with my husband… my exact words to him were “You’re not a child that I need to tell what to do all the time! You are an adult. If you see something needs to be done just DO IT!”… sadly even that logic did not work. We just have to face it… men stop developing mentally at about age 12. So not only are we raising our kids, we’re also raising our husbands/boyfriends.
NICE BLOG BUT LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOL
