This post is part of the Year of the Purge : A to Z series. Every other Sunday, I’ll get rid of something starting with the letter A and working my way to the letter Z by the end of December. This week I’m tackling E. This post was scheduled for last week, but real life took precedence. I’m sure you understand.
Hahahahaha! How insane would that be? 😉
But but… But I’ll be by myself if I do that! And no, this is not about you. Well, maybe a little.
What I wouldn’t give sometimes in order to not give a crap. I think empathy makes me a better person most of the time, so I’m not giving that up. I can deal with the odd occasion when it pisses me off.
Yeah, that could work. (I amuse myself sometimes)
So Internetz, it’s official, the Canadian Polar Bear will try his damnest succeed in becoming the Canadian Polar Cub. So let’s see. For a 5’11” guy, I should aim for a BMI between 18.5 and 24.9. A little but of reverse engineering tells me that this translates to 133 to 178.5 pounds.
[Please picture me laughing my fat ass off rolling on the floor for at least 12 minutes]
You see, I have a MAJOR problem with the BMI thing. Let me show you why:
You see that picture above here? It was taken in July 1989. I was just about to turn 18 (a week away I think). When that picture was taken, I tipped the scale at 188.5 pounds. I shit you not. How do I remember that? Well, it was while I was studying in Techniques Policières and training and P.E. was mandatory, which included a weekly weigh-in. I thought I was lean at that stage. According to the BMI scale, I’m 10 pounds overweight on this picture.
But back to today now. In order for me to get down to a normal BMI and weight, I would have to lose… let’s see… Add 5, substract 26, multiply by the number of games left in the NHL calendar, hold the one… A LOT OF FUCKING POUNDS. But hey, this is not a post about the insanity of the BMI scale.
As of right now, I’m 295 pounds. I would need to lose 116.5 pounds to not be considered overweight. I’d be happy with losing half that amount, really, but I’ll shoot for the stars and see where I end up.
I think I can do it with this simple yet brilliant technique. Plus, I already rolled on the floor 12 minutes today. That has to count for somthing, right?