The biggest loser USA is on. They are weighing in. Thoughts run through my head, “Where are the scales? What weight am I today? Have I gained or lost a pound this week?” The scales are in the bathroom. I run through and grab them and then back into the livingroom, I place them in front of the tv. It's as if Bob himself is weighing me in.
I lift my foot up, gently tapping those beautiful, shiny black scales. They flash kg for kilograms and I shout over my shoulder to my housemate Jen, "is Biggest Loser: USA in kilos or pounds?"
It's like there's a bomb in the living room. Jen runs out of the kitchen and flings herself between me and the scales, at the same time screaming a very long, “Nooooo!”
It's over. Jen’s between me and my shiny, well, was going to say friend but we all know it's a love/hate relationship and that ain't my friend. I'll go with partner in crime. And she is right there in my face blocking me. Now, I'm bigger than her and I'm sure I could take her out, but deep down I know she is right, I shouldn't be torturing myself like this.
Yes that's right people.
I admit it.
I'm almost addicted to weighing myself.
I say “almost” because I'm in denial. I know I'm in denial. I know what I would tell my clients to do in this situation yet here I am on Day 1 of No Morning Weigh In (as Jen has now taken the scales and hidden them) and I have no time to find them.
I know I can get a “hit” later, when I get to work at the gym, where there are scales everywhere and Jen, my flatmate, business partner and now interventionist, is nowhere. The problem is that I'm a terrible liar and I know that I can't step on the scales as I can't hide it later when she interrogates me. My face won't stay straight. I'll crumble. Cold turkey here I come! Day 1, hour 1 done, I can do it… can't I?
Elle Morrison, Forward Fitness, Glasgow
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