A Tale of Two Carols and a Trail of Tears and Tantrums

by Carol Hess on April 28, 2011

Yesterday was a bad day. 

Well, not bad exactly.  Shall we just say I’ve had better days?  Shall we just say I’ve been better versions of myself?

I suppose I don’t need to have a reason for having a bad day.  I guess I’m entitled to just be in a bad mood.

But, since I’m a member of both the In My Head Club and the Analyze Until We’re Paralyzed Club, I can’t help but ferret out a specific reason for yesterday’s woes.

I woke up with a sinus headache to the sound of a cat throwing up.  Okay, not your best start to the day.

I jumped on the scale – big mistake – and I had gained a pound.  What?  I had been “good” the day before.  This wasn’t fair.  How the hell could I have gained a pound? 

Everything I’ve ever learned about weight fluctuation and not weighing yourself often (if ever) and getting hooked on health and not a number on a scale went right out the window.  And I threw myself a good old-fashioned temper tantrum.

Well, it wasn’t me who had the temper tantrum.  It was Little Carol. 

Little Carol is 3 or 4 years old and kind of cute when she isn’t scowling or pouting which, unfortunately, isn’t very often.  She shows up when Carol the Mature (that’s me, the writer of this blog post – just in case you were in doubt) isn’t getting what she wants.

Little Carol shoves Carol the Mature aside, strives center stage, and promptly begins to – well act out.  I think that’s what they call it in psychological circles.  I call it pitching a hissy fit, having a meltdown, throwing a temper tantrum.  Little Carol doesn’t call it anything.  She just does it.

Can I tell you something?  When Little Carol doesn’t get what she wants, she gets PISSED!  You know that expression, “If Mama ain’t happy, then ain’t nobody happy,” right?  Well, let’s just say Mama and Little Carol have a lot in common.

And Little Carol was not happy yesterday morning.  She hates, hates, hates to be put on a diet and deprived of her favorite foods.  But she hates it even more when she and Carol the Mature don’t lose weight. 

Not that Little Carol cares about that silly old number on the scale.  She doesn’t.  But she knows Carol the Mature does.  When that number goes up, it’s not good.  It means more diet and more deprivation for Little Carol. 

So after the unfortunate incident of the scale in the morning, Little Carol hung around the rest of yesterday – pretty much making me miserable for most of the day. 

The computer wasn’t working right.  Little Carol pitched a hissy fit.  The cat didn’t come in when she was called.  Little Carol pitched a hissy fit.  The blog didn’t post the right way to Facebook.  Little Carol pitched a hissy fit.

And then came dinner. 

Well, let’s take a break, shall we?  Come back tomorrow to find out what happened.  I keep telling myself it was a good thing, but I’m not so sure.

by Carol Hess


Categories The Mind Game, Weight Loss

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

avatar Monica Dennis April 28, 2011 at 11:06 pm

Sounds like Little Carol needs a timeout, but I’ll reserve judgment until tomorrow. 😉


avatar Carol Hess April 29, 2011 at 10:17 am

Ya think? She’s a handful!


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