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Like millions of others I got up this morning and stepped on the scales. It wasn't my scheduled weigh in day but I wanted to see if my efforts over the past few days had paid off (0.7lb down if you're interested!).
I've recorded in my journal before the trauma of being weighed as a child. I'd be called into a family room and see the scales placed in the center. The family would be sat around. Sometimes I'd pretend not to know what they wanted, but other times I'd just go and stand on the scales in the hope that it would get the pain over with quickly.
They were large cumbersome scales with a big gold fish eye (it was long before digital). Before I could see what the scales said everyone else would be looming over the 'gold fish' debating. I had to stand there until they finished. What they'd forget was to share what it said with me but once they said I could go I would scamper off. The scales were hidden away in a cupboard. You couldn't get there without someone noticing and the once I did try I got caught and it led to an impromptu weigh in so I didn't try that again. Until I left home there was nowhere private to check your weight.
This journal is helping. I am beginning to see that part of my weight issues relates to family issues...
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