Shoes Are Surprisingly Heavy
Jan. 21st, 2010 01:04 pmI 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.
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Date: 2010-01-21 10:14 pm (UTC)I used to joke that this was to equalize the handicaps we get with
the stupid high heels.
But then I realized that it's simply the same old ideas at work: men
will not buy shoddy, flimsy crap like we will every six months when
They (tm) tell us which of their 15 year old boyfriends we're
supposed to look like.
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Date: 2010-01-22 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 02:20 am (UTC)