This morning, I stood around the office water cooler conversing with a coworker. The talk turned to diet and exercise. I mentioned that I prefer to exercise in the morning because my metabolism operates at a higher rate for the rest of the day. These talks lead me to ask the question, "How much do you think I weigh?" My coworker paused for a moment and said, "175 pounds."
This would be funny... if it were the first time it had happened.
A couple of years ago, I was at a doctor's appointment. The nurse asked me to step on the scale. She moved the clip to 150 pounds and then started to tap the little clip toward 180. When she finally got to my real weight she said, "Huh - you must have big bones or something."
This year, at a new doctors office, the process repeated itself. I have had this experience too many times to count. At this point, it is just annoying.
The folks are off the mark with their guesses. They are off the mark by over 60 pounds. I stepped on the scale this morning after my workout. I hadn't eaten breakfast. I was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. I weighed in at 238 pounds.
Maybe the "problem" is... I don't walk around
muscle-bound. I walk, run, move like a normal person. I don't puff out with ILS - Imaginary Lat Syndrome.
mus-cle-bound also mus-cle-bound
P Pronunciation Key (msl-bound)
adj. 1. Having inelastic, overdeveloped muscles, usually as the result of excessive exercise.
1. Hindered by or as if by overdeveloped muscles.
2. Characterized by inflexibility; rigid.
As a tribute to the memory of Crash Holly, perhaps I should begin carrying a scale with me everywhere I go.
On that note... I hope everyone has a good weekend.