As the sun smiled on the horizon at the dawning of April first,
Mr Scale smiled up at me and seemed to say thank you as he offered his verdict.
You, today sir, are a lithe and healthy 111.3 kilograms.
A mere shadow of your former self, and no doubt feeling all the better for your improvement.
And thank you Mr Scale, for you keen observations and acceptance of my incessant visits.
I appreciate the service you provide and the news you bring.
I know I promised to weigh a lesser amount, to the tune of 109.2, at this juncture,
And I vow to redouble my efforts so as to cause you less trauma with each visit.
Ultimately I expect to see you offer me confirmation of my weight under 80 kilograms.
I in no way place you under any obligation to lie or malfunction to bring me early success.
I myself shall take on the entire responsibility for making this change.
What I would appreciate from you is your ongoing support, encouragement and enthusiasm.
Mr BIg Mike, I am forever appreciative of your sympathy towards my lot in life
And look forward to servicing your needs as you continue to fade away.
Ever since I was a bunch of springs and a microchip I always hoped that I would grow to be
A scale in the service of a person who was serious about their health and goals.
My cousin the ADSL router and aunty VCR mentioned at a family BBQ
That they had recently noticed the loss of a capital from my employer’s title.
I proudly told them that I was right there the day you achieved this stepping stone,
That I shared in the moment as well as the anxious days before and the proud ones after.
Thank you and I’m glad to hear, Mr Scale, that you are still in contact with your family.
And I am further thankful that you chose not to divulge the true depth of our relationship.
It would never do for people close and dear to you to discover that you suffer…
suffer the indignity of having a better view of my tally-wacker than I do.
Being the end of the week I guess I’d better update everyone on my revolution outcomes for the last 7 days.
I had been suffering from a little lack of success as the conversation portrayed above hinted at. Fortunately, what I also had was a conscious awareness of the issue. And I caught myself before the problem ballooned (with me on board).
3 weeks ago I started recording all my food intake in a diary. This immediately moved me from the dismal decimal place weekly losses and back into the whole number column. 3.3kg (7.3lb) in 3 weeks.
I also noticed that my cycling mileage was in decline. Not that it was great to begin with, but I didn’t ever want it to fade back to the dark times (the dark times for my cycling concluded at Christmas 2005 with a grand total of less than 2000km ridden in all of 2002, 2003, 2004 and 2005 combined). Before the end of March this year I had already surpassed that total. But early March looked a bit bare and then Cyclone Larry, our own local category 5 storm came through. Followed 8 days later by Cyclone Wati, another category 5 which fortunately didn’t cross the coast, but it did travel parallel to, and less than 500km (300mi) from the coast, for most of the week.
I used this as an excuse to not ride my bike for 6 straight days. Did you know that it is a scientific fact that while it takes 30 days to form a new good habit it only takes a week to form a new bad habit. Fortunately I was only up to day 6 when I noticed the pattern. That was Saturday a week ago. As of today (Sunday) I have ridden my bike 9 straight days for a total of over 11 hours at an average speed of 29kph (18mph).
The revolution looks pretty good with 19 points for the week. A new record. The 2 points that I lost were both for junk food. Half a pizza is a meal, a whole pizza is a pig-out. Working for a pizza shop has it’s good and bad points and free food is not a great thing at the end of a long shift.