Not all that long ago I was very thin, possibly even underweight. Then I started to develop middle-age spread, a pudge around the belly. My limbs remained fairly gangly, and in comparison to others I still thought I came off in better shape than average. However, I never weighed myself, as I didn’t really care all that much.
That pudge did start to get bigger, and fluctuate a lot, once I hit my mid 40s. I also went through a depression, which almost certainly contributed to some additional laziness and comfort-eating.
A couple of days ago, my housemate pointed out that we now owned a scale and I could weigh myself if I wished. I thought, what the hell, that might be interesting to know.
Bloody hell! I am 95kg! That’s like 210 pounds! What the what? That can’t be right! I’m skinny! Aren’t I? Surely! What?
Now I feel guilty, am seriously considering going on a diet, exercising more! I shouldn’t have to do that! I’m fine! I have nobody to please but myself! Why am I thinking those things?
Just stepping on a scale has suddenly changed my whole mindset on my health!
I am very annoyed.