On my last post, Onyah asked me if I watched Biggest Loser last night. And yes, never mind the fact that I constantly say I hate that show...I still watch. I can't help it. We DVR it and it's kinda addictive. And for the first time in a long time, there are actually some women on there that are funny and very likeable.
Anyways, last night when the doctor, that I of course do not like and who does not support weight loss and often has nasty little comments about it (has this become a run on sentence yet), well, the doctor was telling the contestants their "real age" and their body fat. And one female contestant had a body fat of 54%. The doctor said that, and I am paraphrasing here, that basically, because she has such an abnormal amount of body fat, that she will have to work out (and this is actually what he said) "90 minutes a day, 6 days a week, for the rest of your life."
If someone told me that to lose weight and maintain it, I would have to do that...
I would say...mmmmkkkay. I QUIT. NO. I mean, that's not even a realistic expectation and I didnt really understand where he was coming from. Because she could certainly change her body fat percentage...whatever. I didn't get it. Neither did Heather.
So I called my doctors office today and wanted to find out what my last reading for body fat percentage on the big person scale in the office was.
In July, the last time I had a fill, it was 32.5.
This last fill, two weeks ago, it was 30.5.
Which considering I havent lost much actual weight since July, that's cool.
Wanna know what my starting total body fat percentage was? 54.2 percent. Basically just like that girl.
I don't know what that means. I wanna tell her there is hope.
Lord, maybe I need to go sob into Heather's lap again.
NO. Just kidding. I am feeling good.
Ooooh. One last thing. Guess what I did today? I gave myself my own B-12 shot. Like a big girl. Right in the belly fat. And it didn't even hurt.