sweet grey happenings

Stupid Numbers Game

Feeling strong, healthy, (mostly) graceful, and loved.

Derailed by a number.

Feeling content, fulfilled, hopeful.

Overrun by a number.

Feeling flexible, beautiful, grateful.

Overshadowed by a number.

Stupid numbers game.

Everyday a finite judgement. Everyday a concrete calculation.

Necessary for me on my current journey but so is finding the balance. Finding a peace about feeling good in my body even when that scale number scares the beejeebers out of me. Somehow finding the resolve to only grant it a certain power in my life.

This negotiation exists for me – between the scale and the value I give it in my life – the continual negotiation between my head and heart and body – and for a time it must exist. Everyday is a numbers game – a values game. What am I going to value today, now in this moment? And how do my actions give weight to those values? And what, if anything, does the scale have to do with any of that?

The number on the scale. Calories consumed. Calories burned. Simple numbers. Minutes of activity. Number of steps. All quantifiable, tangible measurements.

Not so tangible is being mindful of my body, of its fullness, flexibility, strength. Mindful of breath and light and position.

Perhaps more tangible – the way my smile cheers a stranger, the beauty of the food I make, the joy of picking berries, the peace that comes from the river’s edge with the ones I love.

A continual negotiation, but a hopeful exercise.

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This entry was published on July 16, 2012 at 1:34 pm. It’s filed under Active, beauty, Ramblings, Women and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

One thought on “Stupid Numbers Game

  1. Mary on said:

    So important for us to remember. There was a time when I weighed 190 pounds. I hated what it did to my head. I did Jenny Craig faithfully; worked out at a gym 6 days a week. The numbers barely budged. No one could believe I was not cheating. I finally told my doctor, it is not good for me to get on this scale anymore–and he agreed. Eventually, I figured out that a tiny dose of a medication was putting the weight on. Once I stopped it, the weight gradually came off. But oh, the damage I did to myself–over those damned numbers!! I forgive myself–now.

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