About This Comic: Weighing In
I realize this whole weight thing (particularly not believing your actual weight) is becoming a recurring theme, but it is the part of My Life that removes all pretense of “semi” in this semi-autobiographical comic.
I cannot make up some of this stuff. My beloved significant other in real life actually returned the sleek digital bathroom scale we had for two days because it was showing her weight as lighter than a doctor’s office visit. The doctor’s office is considered the end-all, be-all for being weighed accurately and rather than take this little “gift” and roll with it she wants a true indicator. So back to the Bed, Bath and Beyond it went. Who does that?
For those of you who are interested in a sympathetic bathroom scale, the model is here. It looks pretty cool, like a track pad; brushed metal with one decimal point precision and a big old LED read out, if you believe it what you read.
I once had a boss who was a winner of the New York State amateur body-building competition and he always maintained you should throw away your bathroom scale and pay attention to how your clothes fit instead. I still want to stick to this little ritual. Coupled with not believing much of what I read, it is too entrenched a habit to reverse.
In other matters, the Lose-It app makes this whole calorie-counting pursuit fun (as fun as it can possibly be) and they recently releasedf a paid version . I may look into the feature set and report back in the blog if I pull the trigger. I dipped under the semi-difficult 175 point mark for the first time in a long time, holding steady at 174. Speaking with a friend who works in a hospital recently I griped at how I’m deemed overweight by her industry and she comforted me saying those studies are decades old. Still, a goal is a goal. When I get below the difficult mental mark 170, there will be champagne which I will not waste like MLB champs.
Regards,
T.
