It’s just a number. Just three digits. Sometimes blinking
red. Sometimes on a horizontal bar. But always in my mind. Always in the back
of my head, dictating my happiness that moment, that day.
There are other numbers in play too. Each bite that enters
my mouth has numbers attached to it. Those numbers make me feel good or guilty,
depending on how many I have left for that twenty-four hour period. And the
tally at the end of the day makes me worthy or unworthy.
It’s funny how numbers can sometimes define everything about
who I think I am.
this is so good. and excellent last line.
ReplyDeletegood thoughts, nikki. and well captured in 100 words.
ReplyDeleteit's so easy to forget that God's three words (i love you) mean more (now and eternally) than those three numbers on the scale.