I usually post a new rhyme on Sunday’s, but this week I must confess to enjoying myself too much and writing too little.
I’ve been spending a couple of days away with my husband. We’ve been mountain climbing – three peaks in a day! Okay, one was more of a gentle ascent, but my screaming legs are telling me that it was definitely three.
It’s also my birthday (yay!) and my friends are treating me to a weekend of walking, laughter and good food.
So with all those excuses laid out before you I will now repost a poem from my early days of blogging. I hope you enjoy it.
The Metaphorical Oracle…take two.
Each and every morning I step upon the scale I try to resist the calling, but always to no avail The numbers it foretells hold a power over me For they often can predict, just how my day will be Should the number go up my day will be grim I lose an hour to the mirror, sucking myself thin My irritable mood will persist through the day Affecting the choices I make on the way Denying myself this, denying myself that I don’t deserve anything, I’m stupid and fat But should the numbers go down, even just by one pound I’ll skip out the door, new confidence found Today I am thin, surely all can see The radical change that has happened to me I breeze through the day, not a care in the world Fall into bed, a contented girl Then one fateful morning, after the oracle had spoken I double checked the numbers and found that it had broken No more numbers were forthcoming, the oracle had fled I tried batteries and stamping, it was definitely dead I went online to order more but delivery was a week! How on earth would I last that long with no oracle to speak? How would I know what clothes would look good? Or whether to eat apples or chocolate for pud? I dissolved on the floor in a heap of despair Why was life so unfair? Then a magical thing happened to me A week with no oracle made it clear to see I don’t need scales to dictate how I feel Or keep me away from that stilton cheese wheel I can listen to my body, which knows what it needs best A few pounds here or there doesn’t make me more or less I can trust my intuition and the instincts deep inside I finally feel at peace in my skin, no reason I should hide So if you have an oracle, please listen to my tale It only tells a number which is not success or fail If the numbers make you doubt yourself and the body you live in I suggest you take that oracle and throw it in the bin
I threw my own oracle in the bin a couple of years back. I did get a new one, but I only entertain it once every few months, and it seems to have lost most of its power over me.
Nowadays I go by how I feel. I exercise regularly, which makes me feel strong, and I eat healthily (most of the time), which keeps my energy levels balanced and my mood steady.
I did have visible abs once, but this came from a combination of exercising six times a week and never eating cake. For obvious reasons this was unsustainable (life without cake?!).