I'm not fat, I'm well hydrated

February 7

Still not running due to toe injury

We are still on board ship, headed to Los Angeles. Barb and Nancy wanted to weigh themselves, so ducked into the gym. We were caught by the ship's personal trainer. He wanted to talk to us about the fact that we might be carrying around excess water. To demonstrate, he pinched Barb's upper arms and told her the inch or so of pinch wasn't fat, it was water. Now, on the three of us there are a number of places where you might demonstrate excess fat OR water, but Barb's upper arm was an interesting demonstration point. Feeling a little guilty because we'd be hanging out in the ship's spa every day on our $94 weekly pass but had never had spa treatments, we signed up for a consultation. He gave us a deal so it was only $25 each.

He hooked us up to a variation of a BMI measuring instrument and a strip of paper printed out. It told us that I was carrying around 20.4 (love that .4!) extra litres of water, Nancy 19.2, and even Barb had enough excess water to fill a baby bath. And all that water was making us acidic and toxic and in that state, no matter how far we ran or how fast we ran or how many weights we could lift, we would not succeed. Nancy, a nurse, questioned all this in quite a professional manner, but the trainer would not be moved. The only way we would ever get in shape or lose weight was to buy $200 a month of nutritional detox supplements.

Okay, we were smart to do this together. All three of us are usually suckers for this type of presentation. Together we were strong and politely declined. And so, when you look at me, do not see me as a fat person, just a very well-hydrated one.