Sunday, September 13, 2009
A Humpty Dumpty NSV?
I read about so many people speaking of NSVs (non-scale victories) Are there non-scale defeats? NSDs? The whole centering the universe around the scale to start with seems odd. If you do something that doesn’t cost or make money that is good is that a NMV (non-monetary victory)? No one I’ve ever heard of has said after President Obama won, “Well, it was a Non-Republican Victory.”
Come Monday I’m going to cower a bit stepping on that scale wondering if those peanut butter and jelly sandwich slip-ups are real setbacks… or that food I ate at the church social was a non-portion defeat (NPD)
Because I think I’ve got through the “honeymoon” stage of my weight loss journey, now I seem a little less bullet proof. It may be simple in concept to just keep physically active and eat sensibly, but in practice it seems a bit more complex to apply.
I guess what really took the wind out of my sails is the picture above taken two weekends ago. I’ve worked hard and it’s impossible for me to see that 20ish pounds gone in that pic. It’s hard to see any weight gone at all. I realize at my weight a few pounds is not in percentage, but still… Seeing that guy, it’s surreal… I don’t feel that big. I can’t pull my mind away from thinking of the image of Humpty Dumpty.
I guess Humpty Dumpty and I have a few things in common. He and I both appreciate a good wall to sit on. Sitting on a wall helps you think. It’s what I call HDTV or “Humpty Dumpty TV” Then I turn from what was behind me to the mass in front of me yet to come down 20ish now 120ish more to go, what?! What really happened to Humpty Dumpty anyway? There are the conspiracy folk who think Humpty Dumpty didn’t fall off that wall but was pushed. Maybe he jumped? What if he just needed to free himself from that shell, after all he might have been a bird that needed to break open the shell so he could eventually fly.
Yet I can’t help but wonder if being an egg made him any less. It’s a freaky philosophical thing I’m pondering about when I’m less of me will I be less of me? While the me now is less healthy is it less valid? Is more me less of the real me? Maybe the egg sat there on the wall and pondered these deep questions. Maybe it appreciated just being an egg in the moment. Then he got scrambled in the end… Now that’s really depressing.
Well fellow eggs, lets do this for Humpty. Lets appreciate being an egg in the moment sitting on our wall and breaking out of that shell if that is our destiny. I like the whole image of the bird hatching and flying away from the broken shell thing, but I not so keen about the image of an omelet.
At Foolsfitness it’s all about striving for eggsallence!-Alan