Ms. Scale and Me

I have a habit, perhaps a ritual of weighing myself every morning.  I get up, go to the bathroom, empty the pipes - don't want any extra weight! - and then step on my friend, Ms. Scale.  For the last 6 months leading up to the end of February the scale and I had a great relationship.  Every time I stepped on her she gave me good news.  236...233...229...225...219...all the way down to 209.

We loved each other.

The last month the relationship changed.  Each morning during our get togethers she started giving me different responses.  209...211...214...219...222...until this morning.

Nothing

I greeted her as I do everyday...step on her and...

No response

I stepped off of her...opened her up and massaged her batteries (she likes this)...closed her back up and set her back on the floor.  I stepped back on her...

Nothing

At first I thought, "aww man...I was hoping for a good number today and I don't think I have any more batteries."  Then I thought, "NO, this is great news!"  See I don't need to know the number today.  That number will not change reality...it just reports reality.  The way to change reality is to actual do something.

So I got off the scale, put my running shoes on and headed out the door.  Instead of a daily relationship with Ms. Scale I think I'll start a relationship with Mr. Running Shoes.  (I'll still have to remember to clear the pipes before we start each day!)