I don’t seem to have done much in the way of blogging lately. Apparently that’s because I’m spending most of my time stuffing my face with whatever I can get my hands on. OINK!
If you had asked me how much I weigh, I would have told you 225lbs… If you had asked me how much I weigh in KILOGRAMS… I would have laughed at your silly question. Does anyone know how much they weigh in kilograms? I can’t even begin to figure that out. But 225 pounds… now that I understand.
Over the years I’ve seen my weight fluctuate very little. 225lbs give or take. When I was diligent with MyFitnessPal, I had lost about 12lbs. When I was being a little lazier than normal, I saw it peak at 230lbs. That was my danger zone. 230lbs was enough to make me swear off Coke for a day or two. I considered 185lbs to be my goal weight. 230 was just too far from that.
Imagine my surprise when I stepped on the scale last week and saw 238lbs staring back up at me?!? WTF?? Who’s been messing with my scale?! It’s bad enough that someone’s been shrinking my clothes in the dryer, but now they’re messing with my scale too!? What’s next, sawing the legs of my favourite chair to cause it to collapse when I sit down? Nice try, but I’m onto you!
The next day I decided to weigh myself again. Obviously the previous attempt had been some freakish anomaly. Or maybe not. If my scale could talk, it probably wouldn’t even have bothered coming up with anything witty… a simple groan would have sufficed.
to be continued… I need a snack…