Bathroom scales are the new toaster. We need a new set of bathroom scales. Not sure why they are in the plural here. It isn’t as if we are adding weights to one side to balance out the item/person being weighed. Clinging to tradition. No problemo. Why are the scales the new toaster? Well it took me a long time to decide which toaster to buy and in the end I went with the one that had been my initial gut feel, the long slot Dualit.
So now our bathroom scales are officially kaput we need a new one/ones (?). The problem right now is I have no idea which ones to buy and no initial gut feel to run with. I’ve never looked at the genre. So I looked.
Yanow the problem? Omg there is so much complication in the bathroom scales market. They don’t just tell you how much you weigh anymore. Want to know your BMI? We got you covered. This is great because it is such a faff having to mentally work it out every time I step on some scales. We can also do you body fat percentage, body water percentage, muscle mass and bone mass. Want Bluetooth integration? Sure, we’ve got an app. I already have visions of meself turning into a honed athlete, thanks to the bathroom scales. I’ll have to choose which wearable I want to integrate. I gave my fitbit to our daughter Hannah so she can use it in the run up to the Seville half marathon in January. All sounds v complicated to me.
I think we want some bathroom scales that tell you how much you weigh, accurately. Our old, now non-functioning, ones which I believe may have been sourced from John Lewis, always showed you as being a little heavier than those at the doctors, even with clothes on (shorts and tshirt). On the basis that the doc must have a good set and they showed me being lighter than the ones at home I always went with their number although my visits to the surgery are not particularly frequent and I therefore have to be happy to wait for the news. Doesn’t really matter about the accuracy as long as they show you the right trajectory. Up, down or stay the same.
You will be kept posted on progress natch but if anyone has any suggestions regarding known good scales feel free to bung em across.
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Today is HipHop2 +8. The significant milestones are +14, where the dressing and sutures are removed, +28 where I ditch one crutch and am allowed to put my full weight on the repaired leg, and +42 where I cast off the remaining crutch and run out into the street shouting “it’s a miracle, I can walk”. +42 also represents the time when my sleep will start to improve as up until then I have to stay on my back. Not good.
+42 is too far away to stay motivated so I have to focus on smaller steps. I am six days away from having the stitches out which, from my diary entry of the same stage the last time, was a big step forward in terms of comfort. Don’t think there is any soreness so hopefully this dressing removal should be a formality in the same way it was last time.
Went for a wander. More because it’s a nice autumnal day out and a bit of fresh air does you good. Don’t think I’m really at the long distance stage (100 yards plus each way) yet. Not comfortable enough for that and there is no rush. All in good time. Made it to the tree in front of next door’s drive and just past the pedestrian crossing. Pathetic really but I’m ok with it. For some reason it made me think I need a haircut. Should have gone before the hiphop really. It’ll wait. I wore my green tweed pea jacket again which is coming into its own. Had it made at North’s gentlemen’s outfitters in Belfast a few years ago.
I’ve done all my exercises for the day. May do them again a bit later. They aren’t particularly strenuous but I do feel improvement in the strength of the glutes. We have to remember that in giving me a new hip the surgeon sliced down the middle of my left glute (I assume) so that needs to heal. Didn’t really do any research on all this medical/technical stuff as I’m somewhat squeamish. No tendons severed which has to be good.
I’m a bit of a WW2 history fan. Band of Brothers and all that, although I think I’ve now done that series to death, so to speak. My point is this recovery process from HipHop2 feels like recovering from a war wound. Obviously it is completely different but some of the wounded troops would discharge themselves from hospital before the docs thought they were really ready in order to get back to their mates and the action. Just wondering in my own mind where they would have been in that recovery process compared with little old me and my hip. Funny what you think about innit.
Plenty of Reynard action last night. Separate visits at midnight and at quarter to one in the morning. First time I’ve seen him drink from the lake. Unless he was looking to see if there were any fish on offer. Brian will tell you that time of day is very quiet on the piscine front. Then a lone deer mosied by at seven minutes to two. I dread the day when they both arrive at the same time.