This is a true story. Not so long ago, in a land not so far away, a princess awoke from her nightmare-filled slumber after an evening of carousing in the kingdom. The carousing had filled her belly with food and her heart with heaviness and her head with thoughts of guilt. She approached the royal scale and thought to herself “this is the moment of truth.”
But then the fantasy faded away to be immediately replaced with reality and harsh florescent lighting. And the middle-aged woman, standing there in a ratty old nightshirt with bedhead instead of a tiara, stopped in her tracks. And said to herself “there is no moment of truth that comes from stepping on the scale.” And she was a bit aghast that she had initially thought those words to herself at all considering what she had seemingly learned on her journey. Moment of truth indeed.
The reality for me is that IF there are moments of truth to be had, they don’t come from the scale. They come when choices are made and actions are taken. Like the evening before, filled with whatever food it was, because honestly I don’t remember anymore, was a moment of truth. Going to bed filled with regret at what I had eaten was a moment of truth that stretched on as I lay there. Having a bellyache from overeating might be a moment. Waking up the next day filled with regret might have been a moment as well. And certainly finding my pants fitting more tightly… another moment. But stepping on the scale – not so much.
Now don’t get me wrong – I want to know what the scale says. Every day. Yep, my name is Karen and I am a daily weigher. But I have long since learned that the scale sometimes lies. It is a fickle creature. The number it shows is almost meaningless when taken one day at a time. As a trend – potentially useful. But those daily fluctuations sometimes vary according to what I eat and sometimes vary according to something that I have yet to figure out. So there is little truth for me in what the scale says after a big night of eating. It might be higher; it might be lower; it might have stayed the same. Regardless, the danger comes in giving too much power to whatever that darn scales says. Letting it rule my emotions. Or letting me fool myself into thinking I can binge and not gain. Or that I can actually gain three pounds overnight thanks to one restaurant meal. No, it is not truth.
If I am looking for truth it rarely comes in just one moment. I can look at my measurements or how my clothes fit. Or I can reflect on how I feel, physically and emotionally. Truth is with me, myself and my body, not with the scale. And, quite honestly, sometimes that is harder to live with.
Have you ever been surprised at something you thought or said to yourself? Do you have a moment of truth?