Don't thank me, I'm here to help.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Do you obsess about your weight?
Hmmm, I don't know anyone like that, do you? Yeah, only almost every triathlete that I know! Well, here you go (so to speak):
Don't thank me, I'm here to help.
Don't thank me, I'm here to help.
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ok, that's pretty sick.
Weird...
but I guess I am weirder.
I haven't had a scale at my house for over ten years....
so I only get weighed when I have a Dr. appt.
Which is maybe once every two years...
weirder and weirder...
Hilarious, is that for real?
I get on the scale about once every two weeks.
Maybe there's method to the maker's madness. Think about it: normally when we sit on a toilet our feet are on the floor. To get a correct weight, you need to lift your feet off the floor and balance yourself on the seat without touching anything else (sink, bathtub, whatever) so your entire weight is being held up by the seat.
That could be quite an effective isometric exercise!
Oh my gosh. That made me laugh. I guess you would be lighter after, ya know, taking a poop.
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