Daily Prompt: A Form of Flattery
Write a post about any topic you want, but in the style of an author or a blogger you admire.
To emulate someone is really difficult. I have done this prompt on two previous occasions. My mind is blank today, cause of yesterday’s activities and no sleep. Last night I went to sleep at three in the morning. Got up at five thirty to offer the morning prayer, and went back to sleep another two and a half hours. My family and I just got back at 1.30pm after attending IB’s graduating ceremony at Sunday School.
Some years back, we were visiting a relative. Using the bathroom, I saw the scale. I had not checked my weight for some time, so decided to do so. My heart jumped into my mouth, when I saw the dial. It read 150 Ibs.
From that day onward I watched myself. I was determined to lose those pounds. For the next two months I starved myself. I looked at food like it was an enemy. I looked like I was wearing someone else clothes. Sleep eluded me, because I was not eating properly. My husband got worried, as to what was wrong with me. He wanted me to have a medical check up. I knew what was wrong, but was hiding it.
Then one day I located the scale in our own home. I checked my weight. It was 110 Ibs. I had gone down from 125 Ibs. I came back to normal eating. When I met our relative I told her the scare her scale had given me. She laughed and said, “It doesn’t gives the correct weight.”
Apparently she kept that scale to frighten herself about weight gain.