Okay, last week I bought a new scale. I figured, "I am an American consumer, and my goal is to loose weight, so I will purchase a better devise for measuring weight." Okay, tongue-in-cheek, but I got a new scale.
This scale measures weight, but also tells you body fat, bone weight and percent water. Personally, I think the scale has some random number generator and takes guesses at much of this, but it is fun. And it looks so professional, with the LCD-numbers. LCD always looks accurate, huh?
So here I am, weighing myself every morning at 5 am, with no clothes on. Yeah, I can see me loosing one-tenth of a pound, though I think perhaps if my toes are not in the same position, perhaps, that might account for the tenth-of-a-pound.
Here is something I did not expect. My husband is using the scale. He has not used our other scale in years, but because this is new technology, he wants to use it.
So I would think, "Great, hubbie is going to work on loosing weight as well." Yeah, right.
The other day, I am in the bedroom, and I hear my husband on the scale.
Hubbie shouts to me, "Hey, Leesa, guess what?"
I yell back, "What hun?"
Hubbie answers, "My poop weighs 0.2 pounds."
My husband explains, "I weighed myself, then pooped, then weighed myself again. And I am 0.2 pounds lighter."
I retort,"Just don't weigh poop on the scale."
Oh, yeah, and I am told that my husband's pee weighs either 0.1 pound or 0.2 pounds, depending on how much there is. Yeah, he did that experiment as well.
Oh, and by the way, the next time my husband asked me, "Hey, Leesa, guess what?", I had a different response:
"Not a clue, honey, not a clue what you are up to."
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