So last Friday at 4pm, a trip to the doctor. I have an actual (not immensely serious) reason, but for some reason when processing my registration they said "you'll have to come in for a health check". So, along I toddled, while they cast their magickal spells based on my height, my weight and my wee. The first two were kind of approximations, both taking into account large heavy shoes.
So, it turns out that I'm obese. Which is not the word that many people would have used to describe me. Even me, and I am fairly aware of what's been hidden by broaaaad shoulders. How it breaks down is this: I am 177 centimeters tall (nearly 6 foot), and 100 kg, which is 15 3/4 stone. Which sounds about accurate to me, as the scales in work have been wavering between 15 1/2 and 16 stone for a while. I'm not happy with it, I have 15 stone as the weight I should be able to hit if I just exercise some reasonable control over what I eat IE stop nipping into shops for a tasty treat. 14 stone would probably be doable if I did a moderate amount of exercise on a regular basis, and a Big Plan might well have 13 stone as the little marker at the end of a campaign (I swear to God, if ever I do this, I'll put it on another journal).
It turns out, though, that the goal that the doctor has in mind is 78 kg, which is 12 1/4 stone! I can't remember the last time I was that weight, and I doubt that I was six foot tall at the time. So basically I have to lose a quarter of my body weight - it's hard to see how, even ditching a spare kidney. And that isn't the median or anything, just the absolute top end beyond which I'm overweight.
I don't really have anywhere to go with this, just talking. Oh I do have a punchline though, which is being told that they'd like to see some progress 'over the next four weeks'. Do you have any idea what the next four weeks ARE? Can I, basically, have a note for my mum?