When we would admit a new patient into the hospital and gather up history and the question of alcohol or tobacco would come up, we would always double that amount.
They say they smoke a pack a day? We wrote down two packs a day. Two beers a day? That’s four.
They also lie about their weight. Now that’s a biggie. Certain drug dosages are calculated by how many kilos a patient weighs. So if there was going to be a complex drip, we had to put them on a scale for the moment of truth. (For the record, I fucking hate bed scales, hate them!)
Anyway if you read my post yesterday and saw that I wanted to lose seven pounds and laughed, hold on a minute. I actually need to lose more if I was straight dieting. Thing is, with the exercise I’ll be losing about 10-15 pounds of fat and putting on some heavier muscle. I’m guessing in a couple of months that will amount to about seven pounds difference on the scale. One dress size.
Don’t double that.
Percentage-wise, it is a big deal.
Oh, and Mireille probably needs to lose two pounds. Skinny bitch.