I’ve been trying to make some modest cuts toward the goal of better definition-- eating intelligently and working out regularly. This morning an errand took me near my doctor’s office so I called and asked his nurse if I could drop by and step on their accurate scale. The nurse, a lady who knows something about fitness herself, said okay, come on in.
I made sure to leave my cell phone and car keys behind, and took off my jacket before I got on the scale. The nurse looked at the digital read out, then at my medical chart.
“Hmm,” said the nurse, “You’re five pounds heavier than you were a year ago.”
That’s not possible, I whined, I’ve done everything I was supposed to…
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, “Muscle is heavier than fat. Don’t look at the scales, look in the mirror.”
The nurse is a nice lady, I feel a lot better now.