A tale of a skinny boy and his landlord.
A few things here that are of no importance or interest to anyone but myself - and I'm bored, so I'm posting.
So, I bought a bathroom scale a few days ago. This is something I've been intending to do for some time now, to maybe help motivate me to lose some pudge. Now, the last time I weighed myself, maybe two or three years ago, I weighed 178 pounds, and probably still did as of a few months ago - but once mom got sick and stopped cooking I started losing a bit of weight. I figured (rather, I *hoped* I was down to a solid 170 or so to help get me jumpstarted. So I put the scale down and hopped on....
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.....149 pounds............................................
WHAT???!!!!?!?!
This thing HAS to be broken. That's like 4 pounds more than Ian on a rotund week, which is downright impossible. I tested it out with 24 pounds worth of weights I had sitting around, and it showed them as 19 pounds, but then I remembered that you're not supposed to trust any measurements under 35 or so pounds on the analog scales, so I guess it was moot. I have a doctor's appointment (first in many years) on thursday, so I plan on getting a definitive answer on this whole mess (seriously 149 is REALLY small for my stature and frame, that can't possibly be right....). I'm guessing it's closer to 165 or so, and that my cheapo scale isn't quite right.
Also, after a short burst of upsetness, I've decided that I do again love my landlord company. Since I moved here, my freezer had been draining water into my fridge for some reason (its self-defrosting, I thought maybe it was *supposed* to do that), and my stove has been very bizarre. Only one of my burners would ever work at any given time - but which burner was always totally random. Also, turning on the oven to even low temps with nothing in it would almost immediately make the smoke alarm go insane, and after the oven was on for about 10 minutes it would start to get REALLY hard to breathe in the apartment (I know, doesn't sound too good). So they completely replaced my stove, not just with another they had sitting around, but with a totally brand new one. All the components even still have shrinkwrap on them :)
So, I bought a bathroom scale a few days ago. This is something I've been intending to do for some time now, to maybe help motivate me to lose some pudge. Now, the last time I weighed myself, maybe two or three years ago, I weighed 178 pounds, and probably still did as of a few months ago - but once mom got sick and stopped cooking I started losing a bit of weight. I figured (rather, I *hoped* I was down to a solid 170 or so to help get me jumpstarted. So I put the scale down and hopped on....
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.....149 pounds............................................
WHAT???!!!!?!?!
This thing HAS to be broken. That's like 4 pounds more than Ian on a rotund week, which is downright impossible. I tested it out with 24 pounds worth of weights I had sitting around, and it showed them as 19 pounds, but then I remembered that you're not supposed to trust any measurements under 35 or so pounds on the analog scales, so I guess it was moot. I have a doctor's appointment (first in many years) on thursday, so I plan on getting a definitive answer on this whole mess (seriously 149 is REALLY small for my stature and frame, that can't possibly be right....). I'm guessing it's closer to 165 or so, and that my cheapo scale isn't quite right.
Also, after a short burst of upsetness, I've decided that I do again love my landlord company. Since I moved here, my freezer had been draining water into my fridge for some reason (its self-defrosting, I thought maybe it was *supposed* to do that), and my stove has been very bizarre. Only one of my burners would ever work at any given time - but which burner was always totally random. Also, turning on the oven to even low temps with nothing in it would almost immediately make the smoke alarm go insane, and after the oven was on for about 10 minutes it would start to get REALLY hard to breathe in the apartment (I know, doesn't sound too good). So they completely replaced my stove, not just with another they had sitting around, but with a totally brand new one. All the components even still have shrinkwrap on them :)