One of my sillier memories of fifth grade involves a gaggle of us girls asking one of the boys in our class how much he weighed. I have no clue what precipitated this interrogation or why we were even remotely interested in the answer. But I’ve never forgotten the response. He simply said, “At what time?”
Being fifth graders we were ready to pounce on his inability to understand simple question words. We had asked for a quantity in pounds and he was talking about hours of the day. Clearly the boy had lost his mind. (After all, he did support the independent candidate for president that year – John Anderson. Why do I remember these things about former classmates? I have no clue.) But we had forgotten the important detail that he was one of the smartest kids in our class (and future Ivy Leaguer). Thus we were subjected to a whole lecture on gravity and how a body at rest at night will distribute weight more evenly than say later on during the course of the day. I have no idea if his theory was right….but years later I still assume that you weigh much less first thing in the morning…..even a 10 year old knows that, right?
So despite gravity, the weight loss is occurring. I’m actually down about 5 pounds from when I started the deal with Steve. So about 21 pounds to go. However, I’m convinced my scale is trying to make me lose my mind in addition to the pounds.
First of all – I weigh myself every morning. Um yeah – I know the experts say not to. However I also know weight changes everyday – and I like to track change…I’m a developmental psychologist – we STUDY change. I like to start my day off with a reminder to my mouth and stomach about what we are trying to accomplish here.
Thus the early morning weigh-in has a required procedure beforehand. Including (but not limited to) putting in contacts (glasses add at least 7 oz more as I am rather blind), wringing out the bladder (again a few more oz), and making sure the scale is in the optimal point on the bathroom floor.
Steve had redone our bathroom floor with groutable vinyl tiles a few summers back (very nice). And as he is a perfectionist – I know my floor is flat and even. However – there is a vortex just next to the closet door where I swear gravity is stronger than usual. Thus I try to be careful when I turn on the scale so as not to accidentally tip it so that one corner of the scale is in that vortex.
The other day the scale was completely trying to mess with me. I got on and weighed 1 pound more than the previous day. Poop – but again I know it’s just daily fluctuations. But then I moved the scale across the floor (avoiding that vortex) and remeasured. Discovered I had lost 1.2 pounds in those 30 seconds. Wow! So I again moved the scale, made sure the four feet were completely even, no wiggles. And then I gained .75 pounds back. Two times in a row. Finally moved the scale back to the original location. And got a completely different number. See – completely messing with my head. (I wrote down the lowest number in my log – duh.)
Earlier in the week I had a doctor’s appointment to hear my latest cholesterol results. I had been happy with my morning weigh in – but my appointment was at 3pm.
“But I totally was like 3 pounds lighter this morning.”
The nurse just nodded as she wrote down the number.
“Clearly gravity is different in the morning than in the afternoon. Or maybe it’s different here in the office compared to my house. But I swear I’m really lighter than that.”
At this she just laughed and probably made some note on my chart to indicate the doctor might want to order a psych eval as well.
Regardless – I know this to be true….at least, thus far, the scale has NOT shown me any numbers equal to or greater than where I started. WHEW. I claim that as victory alone.
I’m also running better. Not necessarily faster but for longer stretches before I take a walk break. I didn’t realize quite how out of shape I was with the injured foot. But I’m starting to get my endurance back bit by bit.
I will win this bet ….. despite the strange pockets of gravity densities in my bathroom.