OK, I finally got around to weighing myself last night because it had been the kind of day where I couldn't take the time. I felt really bloated and from my perspective after dinner, had the kind of tummy that makes for poster child fro the American diet, but m much to my surprise, I was only 143.4 without the pijamas and 144.4 with, rendering those thrift store comfy cotton flannel owned by whoever donated them for sale a handy 1 pounder, so for the future, every time I weigh in them, I will know to add exactly one pound.
Apropos of weight, I had a discussion with my pulmonologist after the conclusion of my recent sleep study, a repeat of a study I did in late 2009. The difference between then and now was that I no longer had apnea, if I slept more or less on my side but might have an occasional breathing problem flat on my back, but not even serious in such a case as my oxygen levels always stayed above 90% whereas Apnea me was dipping down to 80%. He reminded me that the weight loss could have contributed to this much healthier result and I said "What weight loss?" Evidently, then I clocked in to that location at 158 pounds and since now I hover in and around 143 that would seem like a fifteen pound difference.
Whereupon I started laughing at the hilarious snorting stage about the weight itself, saying that 5 pounds of those were fake. How so, asked good doc? Because that weight was from one of those offices that will haul you in off the street, boots jacket, showes and all and, while weighing you with all your gear, take your blood pressure after you've been running through traffic, negotiating a parking space, running up the elevator and down the hall, negotiated a sign in and co-pay process, had a couple three enlightened individuals get seriously in your face, barely made your appointment on time, had to fill in redundant comprehensive information they already should have kept on file and then taken to yet another location forthat blood pressure. Meanwhile, your "vitals", both of which were under less than optimal circumstances, are entered into an electronic record and used to determine fairly serious health decisions. Some enlightened offices will, on the other hand. tell you to strip to your panties, give you something that barely covers your crotch and exposes only one boob in thin cotton that weighs less than a pound to put on your bod, weigh you, allow you a five minute rest before they support your arm for a blood pressure test, utilize a 21st century blood pressure machine that also feature a pulse oximeter and a temp taker with a sleeve that also registers irregular heart beat while you relax, but most offices are not so enlightened. There had actually only been a ten pound weight loss when apples are compared with oranges. Btw, did he know that the last time I was in his office, the assistant weighed me wearing a backpack full of records ? While she was entering my alarming weight gain into my medical record, I was weighing the backpak. heh
Whereupon, the doc asked me two questions that docs had not bothered to ask before. One was, what was my weight then in late 2009, since i am a person who weighs herself several times a week on a digital scale. And the other was how much had I weighed in my adult life at the maximum, the answers being 152 and 196 pounds.
So, does ten pounds make a differencey to something like sleep apnea? Maybe, but since muscle weighs more than chub, maybe the muscle loss I endured painfully in the intervening period and maybe if I am ever able to regain that muscle, maybe I will be back at 152, And if I do become fit and fine a, back to my old self when I used to row crew and run track, before babies and all that life, what would I actually weigh? That was 125-135
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