33 More Pounds

I weighed myself today. This is a big deal because I don't actually own a scale. I do, however, have a Wii Fit and it does the weight and body mass index. Those of you who have read this blog before know that the Wii Fit and I have a contentious relationship. I generally take issue with it's lack of concern for my feelings when presenting the truth of my situation. Yes, I am overweight. No, I do not want it thrown in my face by having the machine turn my perfectly proportioned rendition of myself into a portly egg-shaped version with waist bigger than the already disproportionately large head.

I just knew that today would be different. I have been running and eating healthy. I am feeling good and my clothes are fitting better. So despite my running a little behind schedule, I was determined to weigh myself for tangible proof that my hard work was not in vain. I find the balance board in the back of the bonus room where it had been banished for the harsh words used last time. (It called me OBESE and while that may have been true, the corner was the least destructive place I thought to put it.)

I took it to the living room and turned it on as I prepared LoLo's morning oatmeal. I walk in the room ready to come face to face with my nemesis the FAT Mii (a Mii is the virtual you created for the Wii). I push the button, but there is no blue light. I push it frantically with my foot, but nothing. The batteries are dead. ARGH! I run upstairs to the bonus room because I know there are batteries somewhere in this house. I saw just saw them last night, but of course I don't see them now. I run into the bedroom and ask husband. He says they are in the kitchen. I run out before he can even end his sentence and find them on the kitchen desk like he said. Unfortunately, I passed them twice in my hurry. I get the batteries in and take a few deep breaths as I ready myself again.

WHAT?!? I need to take a body test. I don't have time for this I just want to know how much I weigh. I take the test and find out that I am off balance. This is clearly a test of my mental state more than the alignment of my spine. Then comes the moment of truth. It asks how much my clothes weigh. I go for honesty and chose 1 pound. Did I mention that I am still in my nightgown despite it being after 6:30 and I am supposed to leave the house at 7:30 and both my kids are still in bed sleeping? I forget all of this as it says "Processing". I hold my breath.

I must have changed the settings because it doesn't give my weight right away. It does say that my BMI is down and wait, do my eyes deceive me? I have gone from Obese to Overweight. I have never been so excited to see myself listed as overweight. They even let my Mii shrink a couple pant sizes. Hooray, but how much do I weigh? I figure out how to switch the view and... I LOST 9 POUNDS!!! Woo Hoo!! Progress feels good. I feel like one of the contestants on The Biggest Loser. I run upstairs to tell husband the good news.

I am so excited that I somehow get myself together, get my kids clean and dressed out the door by 7:36. (I did have to come back after dropping LoLo off because I forgot to put the right shoes on, but that is a story for another blog entry.) I knew I had lost weight. Then I thought about all those people who commented on noticing how fat I had gotten. Where were they now that I was losing weight? Where was their insightful commentary now? Why is it they were so free with the negative, but not one person has said that I look slimmer, healthier or like I lost a single pound? Nope, the only positive comment thus far has come from the most unlikely place- My Wii.

I may just let it live after all.