Last Monday morning I had a weigh in problem in that my scale looked down a pound, but it was one I bought for maybe $8 and was the non-digital kind, so in other words, a crappy scale, and when I moved it to better light, I then weighed about 30lbs less. While I would have loved to believe that, I went with -1 pound and immediately ordered a new scale on Amazon.
So when I took my Fat Test this morning, I was still excellent at being fat, BUT not quite as nearly perfect as I was last week....I got a 97.08%. I feel confident that next week I might actually drop out of the A+ range.
Well, then, when ALL I asked of my new scale was to give me my weight, she took it upon herself to tell me what proportion of my body was FAT. 53.3%. What a bitch. I was all feeling giddy over my 7 pounds* lost, and then she has to RUIN it with her damn Fat%. Then, then, after that...she gets all cocky and shows me my BMI, a hefty, nearly dead person's at 45.71. So while I was feeling all fit and trim, reality bites my apparently very, very, very fat ass, and I realize...mmm. I still have quite a ways to go.
Being the accountant that I am, I added a few columns to my weight tracking spreadsheet, and being the new healthier, better attitude person that I am, I decided...hell, now I have more shit to track and see how much fat pounds I lose, how much my BMI goes down, blah blah blah. Jackass scale.
In other news related to the healthy, healthy, healthy us, Mr. P, the kid in college and I are going to participate in a 10K in three weeks. For all of my non-metrically inclined friends that is 6.2 MILES. I guess I should get my 53.3% fat ass up off this couch and get to training...that is FAR.
*This number won't correspond with my Biggest Loser number because I had just reported the pound I lost last week, forgetting that we should have reported two weeks worth of weigh-ins. Bottom line, weight and pounds lost will be correct from here forward.