Well, not really. But nearly every time I lift weights, which I do in my garage, I have a mental picture of Lester Burnham in American Beauty. And that, naturally, leads me to think of my favorite line in the whole movie, which is the title of this post.
I don't mind [too much ] that the body-fat scale says I'm 40 percent blubber, now that I've had a day to think about it. I had no trouble at all motivating myself to get out there and pretend to be Lester for half an hour yesterday. I did some bench work and a set of pyramids [two sets of 15-20 reps of six different moves at four and eight pounds, and one set of 10-12 reps of six moves at 12 pounds]. And 40 crunches. And then I ran four miles.
As for the accuracy of the scale, Mr. Shrinking Knitter's measured 25.5 percent; we both agreed that was probably right for him. Bless his heart [can you tell I'm turning Southern?], when I asked him to guess what mine was he said, "Twenty?"
When I said it was 40, he looked as shocked as I did.
I think I'll keep him.
For some reason I don't mind confessing the 40 percent, while I still have a hard time stating my weight. I've never said how much I weigh here on the blog; I've always thought I would divulge my starting weight when I finally reached my goal.
So I guess if you're dying to know how much I weigh, this would be a good time to practice patience, Grasshopper.
The other thing about the accuracy of the number is that it really doesn't matter. It's a benchmark – if I continue to run, do yoga, lift weights and eat healthfully, I should make some downward progress.
Of course I think my weight should go down, as well, and that ain't happening!
My doctor's appointment is in 10 days; I may or may not continue to bore you with my obsession about this. Maybe I'll finally get the kitchen cupboards cleaned out and I'll bore you with that.
What's a blog for, after all? Heh.