I am 185 lbs (about 84 kg). For someone my height (5’ 5", or 1m and 65 cm), being 185 lbs. gives me a BMI of about 30.5. That’s just on the wrong side of the overweight/obese border.
There’s nothing miraculous about that, of course. However, there is something miraculous about my ability to stay 185 lbs, no matter what I do. It doesn’t seem to matter what I eat or how much I exercise. My body seems to violate the laws of thermodynamics.
Live on greasy Chinese delivery, down a pint of ice cream every night, and do nothing but shovel chocolate into my face while sitting in front of my computer? I’m 185 lbs.
Cut out junk food and work with a personal trainer three times a week? I’m 185 lbs. (I have better muscle tone and aerobic capacity, I sleep better, and I’m generally happier, but the scale doesn’t budge.)
Spend hours every day riding my bicycle around town and in the woods? After each ride, hang out with vegetarians and eat long, conversation-filled meals that are mostly carrots and zucchini? I’m 185 lbs. (Once again, I’m much happier, but still massive.)
A month ago, I got what I think was a bout of gastritis. I was pretty miserable for a day or two and could barely eat anything. Over the next ten days or so, I got better. In the process, my tastes in food and how much I eat changed radically. The idea of eating anything greasy or fried became repulsive, and I ended up with a limited desire or tolerance for anything super-sweet. My favorite foods have become steamed veggies (for real), and they’re most of what I eat. I get full faster, on much less food, and stay full longer.
My skin has gotten better, and I have much less heartburn than I used to. I sleep better at night and have more focus and energy during the day, some of which I put towards vigorous walks and hikes. I’m getting much more physical activity than I was in August or most of September. There’s no way I couldn’t be losing weight, right? Right?
Ha, ha! Yeah, no. My laws-of-physics-defying ass is still a full 185 lbs.
I’d like to think of my unchangeable blubber as a boon to humankind. Since it doesn’t follow the laws of thermodynamics, maybe it could power perpetual motion machines. Or perhaps it could reverse entropy, which could let us develop time machines.
My stockpile of sci-fi flab does have one big drawback. It causes terrible problems for men who agree to go on first dates with me. At some point right before every date (about 12 hours in advance, if I’m lucky), my fat interacts with the spacetime continuum and makes something terrible happen to the poor man. His kids get sick, he has an emergency at work, he gets stuck with intractable transit issues, etc., thus making the date impossible.
Often, the guy simply never arrives. In those cases, I can only assume my miraculous flab has teleported the guy into an alternate universe. That would explain why he doesn’t show up or answer texts.
Anyway–just thought I’d share, in the interests of advancing science.