Hooray! I’m overweight!

How do you like my new glasses? I’m trying out a little “geek chic”.

In other news: the day passed without comment, but yesterday I officially became overweight. Now, generally this wouldn’t be anything to crow about; but in this instance we’re talking about the dreaded and unfair Body Mass Index as pioneered by sadists in the health care industry.

BMI is the way they have of telling you that you’re fat without taking into account your muscle weight or body fat percentage. By their measurements, I have been in the “obese” category for, well, at least the last decade or two. But as of yesterday, my weight has dropped enough that I’ve moved down a category to simply “overweight.”

The whole weight thing is frustrating when you are under measurement. I weigh myself at least every other day; this is because I have a specific goal from my cardiologist that I need to reach before my next appointment at the beginning of November. His instruction was to lose 25 pounds. And as of this morning, I’ve only got five to go. But those five are the problem: when I weigh myself, I do it before I step into the shower in the morning. I’m only weighing me. But when I go to the doctor’s office, they weigh me at a different time of day and wearing all my clothes. On average, I’m five pounds heavier at the medical center.

So, I really need to lose ten more pounds. And if the BMI calculations are to be believed, I need to lose a whopping 32 additional pounds before I’ll be in their normal weight range. I don’t know if I can do that — at least, not easily and not quickly.

Still, one number that makes everything look much more impressive is this: in the last two months, I’ve lost about 10% of my total weight. Put that way, it seems almost shocking, doesn’t it?