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> On Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:46:03 +0200, ChattyCathy
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>>http://www.recfoodcooking.com
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>>Thanks go to Wayne Boatwright for sending in this survey
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> To quote Garfield, " I'm not overweight, I'm undertall".
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> According to the weight/height chart I should be 8ft 4 in tall.
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Those charts are a crock of shit!!

When I was at my *supreme* peak of fitness in the Army, I went for my
yearly Med check. The stupid bloody Indian/Asian Doctor called me back
and told me that I was overweight and that if I didn't lose 12-15kgs in
the next month or so, I was going to be stood down from my position
(something I had worked *bloody* hard to get to) and possibly kicked
out/transferred back to my old Unit.

I'm 6'2" and weighed 100kgs. I stripped down buck naked and asked him
where the hell I was going to lose the 12-15kgs from, as I didn't have
an ounce of fat on me. I asked him if he would like to amputate one of
my legs so that I could achieve his stupid bloody charts goal weight.

According to his 'all knowing' chart, at the very *maximum* I was
supposed to be 88kgs.

I once conducted a test to see if I could actually get down to that
"ideal weight". I actually hit 89kgs, and when I went and saw some
friends at a party, some of them came up crying..... they thought I was
dying from Cancer.

I flew out to the States a couple of days later and landed back in
Perris Valley. The first time my friends there saw me it was "F***,
what's wrong Pete, what's happened? Are you OK? It's not Cancer, is it?"

I told them what had happened, and they immediately took me out for beer
and pizza :-)


Those charts are made for some limpwristed, non-active types, because
muscle sure as hell weighs a lot heavier than fat.


Case in point, I had a photo taken with this guy I used to know. He was
about 6'5" and looked like Haystacks Calhoun. I felt like a midget next
to him.

He weighed *less* than I did!!!!!!


So yes......... my 'fighting weight' is 100kgs, and they can take their
stupid bloody charts, roll them tightly, stick them up their collective
arses and set them on fire and run down the street doing the "dance of
the flaming arseholes" for all I care!!



--
Peter Lucas
Brisbane
Australia

You will travel through the valley of rejection;
you will reside in the land of morning mists...and you will find your
home,
though it will not be where you left it.