Today I bought one of those super duper scales that, besides total body weight, measures body fat and water weight. This is useful to me, because I want to see exactly what kind of weight I'm losing - water or fat. Plus, the scale I've been using I recuperated after my Granny died, and it must be no less than 100 years old. It has a sticker on the bottom that says "Made in Ireland." When did we stop importing our scales from Ireland? No less than 100 years ago is when.

According to the old scale, I started the week at 120 pounds and finished it at 117 - this has to be water, because I did not cut enough calories to lose that much fat.

Anyway, the new scale pegs me at 121.5 pounds, so now I feel like I have to start all over anyway. My water weight is 50%, which is a little bit low, but not too concerning (should be 52%). But here's the kicker - my total body fat is 28%! Normal for my age is 20% - 28%, but I'd rather not be on the high end of that, especially since I have a small frame, and I watch the fat creep up every year. Apparently I have no muscles or something - just skin and bones and fat. Uhg. So, it would please me most to see that percentage drop.

Cedric, on the other hand, has reason to be smug. His total body fat is 14.5%. That's actually less than recommended, with the minimum being 15%. This is funny, considering he's gained weight in the years that we have been together. He used to look like an anorexic British rock star. Oh well, I mostly attribute his low fat percentage to the fact that I don't really feed him. I just toss him a bone across the table, on occasion. I know one thing though - I'm going to start buying the ice cream and cookies he begs for daily. And he's never allowed on my scale again.

To be continued...

LOL !!! C'est toujours un moment plein de suspens de changer de balance… Moi c'est l'effet que ça m'a fait quand j'ai découvert que le miroir de mon couloir était légèrement déformant, en réalité : il fait paraître plus mince qu'on ne l'est, du coup je ne me fie plus à ce que j'y vois ;-)

Quant à Cédric, ne rêve pas : je l'ai vu toute son adolescence s'empiffrer de façon incroyable et rester toujours aussi filiforme… Il grossira passé 50 ans, peut-être…