My husband’s family has a story that they repeatedly tell about when a member of the family was humiliated for licking his ice cream wrapper. He was young and his Dad was strict. Upon seeing his son licking his ice cream wrapper, the father told the young lad, “If you want to eat like a dog, you can eat with the dog.” He actually made the boy take the wrapper outside, put it on the ground and with his hands behind his back he had to lick the wrapper. The dog joined in. The five other siblings all imprinted the image deep into their memory banks for future humiliation. That is how it is with families. Once is not punishment enough.
I was reminded of this story the other day, when I could not resist the temptation to lick my JC plate. It wasn’t that the food was all that good. It was just that I was not satisfied. Not starving, but not satiated. YaYa and Tom caught me in the act. And the dog was at my feet with his tail wagging away.
Every morning, I strip down after the first void of the day and hop onto the scale. The scale is only accurate to the 1/2 pound and I see it blink between two numbers. It settles on the higher and I try again just to be sure. No still the same number as yesterday. I must not complain. I have lost weight, but only to the point that I have done on my own. To make it all worth it, I want more. Please scale, show me the lower numbers soon so that I don’t end up eating with the dog. I don’t want future generations having that story to pass on.
As for my run. Today the schedule dictated 5 miles, so Mark and I ran 5 miles. As we came up the final stretch of dirt the GPS read 4.97. I yelled, “keeping on running. We aren’t there yet.” No a hundredth short. Hal says “Five Miles” and 5 miles it is.
I do the same thing on the scale except I have some two ounce weights that I can use to tell me Exactly where I am! Anal or what?
Is that really true…if you lick the wrapper you have to go over on grass, put your hands behind your back, and you have to lick like a dog?
Ha! I can just picture that, down to the dog at your feet with his tail wagging!
I never weigh myself–just prefer to live in ignorance. But I can relate to not stopping if the GPS is short. Makes for mental toughness. Then on the Grandma’s 20 mile training, my GPS said 20.8 and my coach said I did 21 miles. He said we always round up. If Coach says it’s OK…
Yea, I remember the stupid stuff my father and mother made me do when I was young, all for the purpose of teaching me a “lesson”. Ya know what? People do stupid stuff all the time, but you still love them anyways, cause you can.
I weighed 224 when I got back Charleston last weekend. Today, I weighed in at 219. WTF?! Must have been that bottle of Champagne I drank, cause I ran, and I know I watched my eating. Only 39 more pounds to go!
I have the exact same morning routine as you. Sometimes I go for 3 or 4 tries hoping against hope for a better number. No such luck.
Try uploading your run to Motionbased. It will probably tell you you went 5.3. I also always run until the Garmin (evil beast!) gives me the right number but Motionbased almost always gives a better one. Now if my scale could just take a lesson from my GPS software…..
The weight loss will come – there’s lots of time until December. Don’t stress over a half-pound here and there.
I liked your thankful list, too. Nice to hear about your job.
I’m glad I never got taught that lesson cause I used to love licking my plate clean. I still do it sometimes with ice cream and cake.