Shoes Are Surprisingly Heavy
Jan. 21st, 2010 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jayfurrI just barely made my 180-pound weight goal on January 3, the day I headed out of town for a multi-week training and support engagement in Massachusetts. I haven't weighed myself since then, and while I've tried to eat sensibly, the fact is that since I'm not currently actively trying to drop any further I was worried that my weight might actually have crept back up.
So on Monday I found myself in an unoccupied diagnostic area on a patient floor of the hospital I'm working in this week and said "Hey, what the heck" and quickly stepped onto the precision scale used for taking patients' vitals.
188.1.
I just about had heart failure. I said "There is NO WAY all my clothing weighs any 8 pounds, not even if you include shoes and stuff."
Well, apparently shoes are surprisingly heavy. After glooming all week over my unexpected weight gain, I decided to try again. I took off my black wingtip shoes, loaded all my pocket stuff (keys, wallet, etc) into the pockets of the red fleece vest I've been wearing to identify me as a member of the go-live team, took the vest off, and stepped onto a similar scale in a similar hospital back room area.
Still fully dressed in pants, shirt, underwear, and socks, I weighed 181.1. And I know my clothing's got to weigh at least 1.1 pounds.
So I hereby declare that I'm fine and not a backslider after all. Yay me.
So on Monday I found myself in an unoccupied diagnostic area on a patient floor of the hospital I'm working in this week and said "Hey, what the heck" and quickly stepped onto the precision scale used for taking patients' vitals.
188.1.
I just about had heart failure. I said "There is NO WAY all my clothing weighs any 8 pounds, not even if you include shoes and stuff."
Well, apparently shoes are surprisingly heavy. After glooming all week over my unexpected weight gain, I decided to try again. I took off my black wingtip shoes, loaded all my pocket stuff (keys, wallet, etc) into the pockets of the red fleece vest I've been wearing to identify me as a member of the go-live team, took the vest off, and stepped onto a similar scale in a similar hospital back room area.
Still fully dressed in pants, shirt, underwear, and socks, I weighed 181.1. And I know my clothing's got to weigh at least 1.1 pounds.
So I hereby declare that I'm fine and not a backslider after all. Yay me.
