I am totally not smart enough to understand most aspects of scientific experiments. There are these things called “thought experiments”. One of the most famous is Schrodinger’s Cat. It’s a horrible experiment from an animal lover’s perspective and I don’t like to think about whether the actual experiment occurred or whether it was purely hypothetical.
Are you guys familiar with the paradox of the experiment? Here’s the premise - if you lock a cat in a box with a small radioactive particle, and don’t open it for a while, the cat is both alive and dead until the box is opened and actual state is observed. It is apparently an important discussion on quantum mechanics for people like the characters on the Big Bang Theory and is wayyyyyy above my head!
Despite my lack of scientific intelligence, I am, in fact, practicing my own version of this experiment right now. We’ve had some warm days here and there, but for the most part the weather has been cool enough that I have not made the complete switch over to my warm weather outfits.
So I’ve worn a few short sleeve dresses and shirts over the past month or so. But I haven’t worn anything sleeveless and have not even ventured to try on some my tighter summer dresses - especially the ones that zip up and are made of less - forgiving shall we say - materials. You see - sitting there in my closet - they both FIT and DON’T FIT. Their actual state is unknown.
Denial is a wonderful state of being. I can see the dresses hanging there and imagine that they fit when in reality they probably won’t. If I attempt to put the dresses on, their state - actually MY state - will become KNOWN. And if a bunch of these dresses don’t fit? Well, yes, that will indeed send me into a fit of self-loathing and recrimination. So I let them hang there on their hangers with the illusion that they fit, I am just CHOOSING not to wear them on each given day.
I believe I am turning into one of those people. You know the type - the ones that have all kinds of clothes that don’t fit, but they keep them because SOME DAY - when they lose enough weight - those clothes will fit again.
But I’m not ready to face reality just yet, so I’ll let them hang there.
Because in something nothing short of a miracle - I stepped on the scale this morning and I am down 1 whole pound. Just think - if I can keep up at this rate - I’ll be able to fit into all my clothes again in about the year 2021!!