Thursday, November 30, 2017
No Wonder I’m Tired
No Wonder I’m Tired
The other morning, I stepped on the bathroom scale and the digital dial did a dance. It bounced between 195 and 201 for about a minute until it finally settled on 196. Great! I’ve lost the five pounds I put on this summer. To be sure I stepped on the scale again. This time the digital dance stopped at 202. Crap!
“I think the battery on the scale needs changing.”
“It’s fine, it works for me.”
I love this, Mrs. C thinks I’m too stupid to know when a battery is going bad.
“Let me rephrase that. I’m changing the battery, it is going bad, the digital dial is dancing and the weight keeps changing. Fine that it works for you, you can use the old battery, I’m putting in a new one.”
But that is not what this post is about, it is about how much your clothes weigh.
When I changed the battery that afternoon and stepped on the scale, it did not dance, but went straight to 207.
What? Crap, I gained at least five pounds with the new battery. I double checked…207.
Well I usually weigh myself in the morning with just my shorts, so I took off my jeans, belt, and pullover shirt. I stepped on the scale. 200. Holy crap! I stepped again to test and bingo, 200.
I had no idea that I plod through life carting 7 pounds of clothes. No wonder I’m tired.
The last time I went to the doctors, I slipped off my shoes before stepping on the scale.
“No need to do that, shoes don’t make much difference.”
Are you kidding me?
The doctor makes some diagnosis based on weight, but shoes don’t make much difference? Hell, with my shoes, jeans, belt and shirt there is almost 10 pounds. I don’t want to be taking a pill based on a diagnosis that fails to consider a five percent error in my weight.
Next time I go to the doctor I’m taking off my pants and shirt along with my shoes. As a matter of fact, if I am at home, I’m going pant less to save energy from lugging around 10 unnecessary pounds.
Pants, belt and shirt weigh 7 pounds. Who knew?
No wonder I’m tired.