Son of a bitch.
Martin and I went to Costco last night. And amidst all the crap we bought that we didn't need was a scale. Well, I hopped on it when we got home and it said my body fat was around 25%. Fuck. That doesn't even fall in the Fitness category. My body fat is merely "acceptable."
So I tinkered with some of the settings this morning and told the scale I was a female athlete. According to the scale's manual, the criteria to be an athlete is if you work-out/excercise 10 hours a week. That's me, easy. Right? So after I changed that, the scale said my body fat was 19%. Hooray! I've got the body fat of an athlete again!
Well, being the obsessive-compulsive person that I am, I hopped on the second scale here at work, the one in the ahem, men's restroom. It said my body fat was 25%. WTF!
I would have messed with it a little more, but being butt-naked in the men's bathroom for a long time just didn't seem like the smart thing to do.
Sigh. Acceptable my ass.
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