Blame the scales, that's what I say!
I guess this is the sort of poem I should read every time I go out to lunch so, since Saturday is eating out day, I've not only read it but I've put it on here for anyone else who has to watch their weight.
Tipping the Scales …
by Judy Rose
This morning when I
weighed myself, I got an awful fright…
For the weight that
came up on the dial was certainly not right.
I’ve really had it
with these scales, they’re utterly misleading,
I slid them over to
the bath to get a second reading.
Again the weight that
registered was ridiculously high,
I moved them back
towards the loo to have another try.
The pointer stubbornly
remained just under ten stone three…
I raised one foot and
then breathed in, but all quite fruitlessly.
My last hope was the
carpet, so I moved to softer ground,
Just to suffer more
frustration … I’d gained another pound.
I’ll really have to
face the fact: these scales have had their day.
They simply can’t
deliver me an honest, spot-on weigh.
A brand new, high-tech
digital would really be the bizz,
I need top-notch
equipment now that tells it like it is.
And passing by the
mirror, I catch sight of my reflection,
It’s not a picture
that inspires, a more in-depth inspection,
But I am not at all
perturbed by the vision that appears,
That mirror distorts
everything ... it’s been like that for years.
