I got up, and did all my usual pre-weighing ritual: stripped, combed my hair, took off all jewelry, went to the bathroom, exhaled all the air from my lungs (because air has weight, too. Actually, it presses down upon us about 14 pounds per square inch at sea level. The reason you don't feel it is because it presses on all parts of us. That's your science fact of the day. Hey, I'm on vacation, and I've got to get that out of me somehow).
Anyway, I got onto the scale, and the scale ran its little light across several tmes while the tiny scale demon inside decided what number to bestow upon me.
Then, the tiny scale demon inside decided on a number and flashed it back at me.
...wait for it...(magestic swelling of music)...
Yeah, I know. I got all teary-eyed, too. Then, I took a deep breath and the number went back up to 150. But for a moment, there, I was no longer Athena status. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that for my height, it's not where I want to be forever.
Not long ago, Nytro was kind enough to remind me, in a not-so-subtle and slightly threatening way that once I pass below 150 on the scale, I no longer get to call myself an Athena, not no-way, not no-how. When a six-foot tall badass ball playin' Athena tells you something, you listen.
I realize that I may bounce around up and down between 151 and 149 (which is 67.5 kg, for our Australian friends) and that the scale at my doctor's office, which has a much more evil and malevolent scale demon inside it, will probably read 245, but I'm claiming this number anyway. I'm proactive, and forward thinking, and Nytro is fast and might just chase chase me down at the Rock-n-Roll AZ and stomp all over me, so I've gone ahead and changed my logo. My url will stay the same.
A number on the scale can seem like such an arbitrary thing, can't it? My goal all this time, since beginning this, has been to reach 144 lbs. Five more pounds to go.
- It represents the total loss of 50 pounds since I decided in January 2005 that I was tired of being, well, fat and tired. That sounds kind of cool. 50 pounds is about the same as a healthy 2nd-grader.
- It represents a change in status from "obese" to "normal" again, for my height, according to BMI charts.
- I think it has some kind of biblical connotation. The multitude, and all that.
- It's a perfect square (told you I was a geek.)
I'm still well ensconced at the back of the pack, and probably will be, for quite some time yet. I'll deal with the change of status to "middle of the pack" if and when that happens.
And I'll never be a skinny "runner bitch".
On a non-related note, I really hate that my change to beta blogger has wiped out the identity of some of the people who've left me comments in the past. I don't know how to get them back, and I was using them to read your blogs.