If you haven't noticed, I haven't been P90Xing. I've been dog walking. And vacuuming.
JD decided he wanted to buy a scale because he's been talking about it for months and last week work brought in food everyday so he ate out all week. We went to Meijer to pick up a scale after eating a BDubs (they have celery, you know). All of the scales were askew and there were less in boxes then there were used. I stepped on one and it said I weighed 141 which made my heart hurt. JD stepped on the same one and said, "165 or 168" and it showed him 173. FAIL. "I don't want to buy the mean one." I stepped on another minus my purse, and it said I weighed 133. "Let's get this one!"
He purchased a mid-grade one and we took it home to weigh ourselves properly. Alone. In the bathroom. Naked. JD's starting weight was 170 (which according to a BMI calculator, says he's overweight. MEN. Pfft being overweight and skinny.) I weighed in unshocking, yet disappointing. I'm going to try again tomorrow and hope for something lower.
Stupid mean scale.
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