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so at the gym, every so often -- i don't know how often -- they want to weigh you and take your measurements. and they should have done it at the first visit, but they didn't, so for me they did it today.

yeah, i hop on the scale ("zero" actually being equivalent to "three pounds" -- good to know), and the perky middle-aged woman slides the 50-lb weight thingy over to where she thinks it ought to be, and i laugh, and she slides the 1-lb weight thingy all the way over to 50, and nothing happens, and she goes to move the 50-lb weight thingy, and i laugh, and she asks me if i have an idea where she should begin, and i tell her, and she doesn't believe me. but she puts it there anyway, and moves the 1-lb weight thingy, and damn if i wasn't right to within four pounds (one, if you subtract those three for the zero issue).

difference between what she would have guessed and the right answer: 64 (or 61) lbs. (which is 4st 8 (or 5), for those of you who count that way.) in other words, i look how i look, and people who do this for a living don't argue with me when i say i'd like to lose weight and get smaller -- and i actually weigh 64 pounds more than that.

she still had trouble believing me and the scale, though. i guess that's something. :-]

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