Weigh in (18)

Tucked up in bed after another victorious match in the Oakgate C team season (what do you mean.....who?!!!). Tired boy, but happy at the signs of continued improvement in my fitness. After the match on Friday I confess that the knees feel a bit tricky, but I got through tonight without getting nearly as out of breath as previous matches. Yay me!
'Weigh in'; sounds simple doesn't it? Two words, easy to pronounce; the world over, people are doing it every day. But for someone who is trying so hard to lose weight (and I know I am not alone in this), the simple act of getting on a set of scales is anything but straightforward......
First there is the agony of anticipation (agonipation? anticigony?); the agony of hoping that a week of working on your health isn't about to come crashing down, and more importantly the agony of just not knowing. Then....
you step on, and time seems to slow down to a crawl as the dial whizzes round, or the digital read-out starts to flicker upwards. For myself it is the latter. You think a million thoughts in those few seconds while your eyes are trained on the numbers; numbers which don't go up and stop, but go up and then - in a heart-stopping moment of panic, every time - past your final weight, only to 'settle back down' to your final figure. To make absolutely sure (because you can't believe either how badly or how well you have done), you try it again (good week - praying that it comes out the same, bad week - praying that the batteries are running low on the scales and it is just spitting out randomly high numbers).
In a word, what you are seeing is......truth; impartial, absolute truth. Whatever the situation, if you do not know what the truth is, facing it is a nerve-wracking experience. Weighing-in is no different; and believe me when I say, every week it takes courage. I admit it, I am proud of myself for keeping this up, but not only me; I am proud of anyone who has guts enough to step on a set of scales, especially if they fear what they are going to see. Good on you all.
Oh, by the way.....knock three more pounds off the totaliser; 17 stone 4 pounds now........between you and me I feel in the mood to break another weight milestone in the next couple of weeks; and no, I don't mean breaking 18 stone in the wrong direction! Been there, done that, and bought the XXXXL T-shirt.......