Last week at the hospital, my doctor was very, very upset with me for putting on 8kg since the last time I saw him, and I have been feeling bad about that. I even avoided chocolate all weekend out of guilt.
Tonight I weighed myself at home on our hi-tech scales and they had me at about 8kg less than what the hospital said. I may have to binge on Mars bars tomorrow. I knew I shouldn’t trust scales built into a chair. At the time it felt like they were tricking me into being weighed.
Of course, it may be that the hospital scales were not so bad, but it was cold so I was wearing lots of heavy clothes and wearing big steel toecap boots and that may have contributed.
It does not change the fact that I am overweight and I know I am, but its good to know that I may not be quite as bad as I thought. To think that only two weeks ago I was celebrating because I got some jeans that were 2 inches smaller than usual and they fitted perfectly.
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