Worship me!
Two Hundred and sixteen baby! That's right, fall to your knees, and bow before me! Burn incense, bang cymbals, blare trumpets and then bring virgins to my altar, after which you can leave.
Ok, so maybe that's a wee bit overboard, but yes indeed I weigh only a slight, lithely 216 pounds. To put this in perspective I was a very robust 242 lbs. back in October, so I'm pleased with myself. I'd like it better if Mr. Scale would report more satisfactory numbers on my BFC, which is still languishing at 27.8%, but I like to think that certain feature of Mr. Scale is malfunctioning. And anyway Mr. Belt can put his thing in the final belt hole, it's a little tight, but the next-to-last hole is too loose, so it's good for both of us.
