5 July 2024

Published July 3, 2024 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Humor if it weren’t so true.
Word Count: 100

MOMENT OF TRUTH

The menacing scale in my doctor’s office looms before me. Every six months I’m forced to face the numbers.

I’m sure I’ve gained thirty pounds since my last visit.

Mom would say, “Forget about the number. How do your clothes fit?”

Nurse Godzilla, clipboard in hand, urges me to step up.

The accusing voice in my head screams. “Hippo!”

This is ridiculous. I’m making myself crazy. Will the voices ever still?

Holding my breath, eyes shut, I ascend the monster. Opening my eyes, I’m surprised to see I’ve lost a pound since last time. I grin. I’m safe…until next time.

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51 comments on “5 July 2024

    • Dear Neil,

      Actually, when I was a child I couldn’t have cared less what I weighed. I was a skinny kid and weight was hardly a concern. This story is more about the terrors of an adult fixated on the numbers. Better than I used to be in my “Annie” days. Thank you.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • I’m totally fixated by the numbers. No need to wait for a visit to the docs, I’m on those scales morning and night, records stretching back for years. In fact, I can’t let one pair of scales go without running the replacement set in tandem to calibrate the difference for future records. Fortunately, though I watch what I eat, I don’t think it’s anything more than an obsession with the numbers. So I’m with you on this.

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    • Dear Sandra,

      About five years ago I put on some extra weight after mega doses of IV antibiotics. The weight just would not come off. My doctor started me on Ozempic. I dropped thirty pounds at a decent rate of 2 lbs a week and got into the habit of weighing once a week. Once I stopped losing about 5lbs came back. I realized I was making myself crazy with weighing so often. My doctor and I agree that it’s sensible for me to only weigh at her office. But I sweat bullets stepping on the scales. There’s still a bit of Elise and Annie going on inside my head. Thank you for…ahem…weighing in.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • Circumstances have forced me to exercise, eat more sensibly, and lose weight. Been doing fairly well, but since we’re doing a lot of home interior renovations, the scale is packed away so I can’t see how much. I’ve a doctor’s appointment on the 5th (the medical technician is really quite nice), so I’ll find out then.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    That inner voice can be so damn loud. Hard to ignore, hard to diss and hard to make disappear.

    Excellent portrayal of the daemons inside of some of us.

    Shalom and lotsa healthy, just the right weight, love,

    Dale

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    • Dear Dale,

      For the past four years or so I’ve maintained a healthy weight. My clothes fit fine and I’m healthy. But I do go through the same mental gymnastics at every doctor’s appointment. Those voices are hard to make disappear indeed. Thank you for your validating and encouraging comment.

      Shalom and lotsa healthy hugs,

      Rochelle

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      • That’s a wonderful thing. And keep fighting Annie.
        I keep telling myself to ignore the scale (bitch) and pay attention to my clothes and how they fit (not very well, right now). Sigh. I’m thankfully, not of the nature to fall into the eating disorder trap (I love my food and I hate to barf). My lack of being able to do exercise right now is what is not helping.

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    • Dear Nancy,

      Thank you for the great photo. I have to say, I didn’t have to give it much thought. During the worst of my eating disorder, no matter how thin I got, I saw the hippo in the mirror. Glad you enjoyed my take. 😀

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • So true, for so many of us. I generally resist the scales in favour of the clothing option, but it means when I do have to weigh myself I suffer from ‘sticker shock’. Was it always thus, or has the means to measure our body mass lured us into thinking it is important?

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    • Dear Jen,

      There are conflicting charts as to what’s the ideal weight. And of course, that varies with age. I’ve had to make peace with my “older ideal.” Fortunately my doctor (you know her as Susan in LDWA) has seen me through the worst and is my greatest cheerleader. Still my pulse races as I step up on the evil scale. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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    • Dear Brenda,

      I try to rest in the realization that I’m relatively healthy–I can easily swim 1-2 miles at a stretch–and my clothes fit. 😉 The scales are NOT my friends. Thank you for understanding.

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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  • What? Lucky. If Godzilla were my nurse, I’d go to the doctor way more often. “Dr. Ghidorah will be right with you.” Awesome! Even I was brainwashed as a kid watching my mom go through the same thing. She’s 5’6″, weighing it at about 115.

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