So, here is another graph, put together by Paul, and it is much appreciated. You can click on it to make it bigger.
As you can see, the guesses were still all over the (scatter)map.
So why is this? Is it just that, as Sweet Machine’s original post that got this whole thing started said, people have no idea what certain weights look like?
I think that is a really big part of this. The guesses that most boggled my mind were from men who said I looked like their wives and their wives weighed x number of pounds. Those guesses were all under 200 pounds.
There were a lot of guesses that started out, “well, you look just like me so….” and were totally off. But even those guesses, for the most part (and I think Kate is going to talk about these guesses later so I don’t want to cover them in too much detail), were closer to the mark than the guys using their wive’s weights.
Either these guys are DESPERATELY bad at a game very, VERY few people are good at, or their wives are lying about their weight.
It is possible that I am a horrible, petty person – I certainly try not to be but, hey, who knows – but my money is on their wives lying about their weight.
Which brings us back to Sweet Machine’s original challenge – STOP LYING ABOUT YOUR WEIGHT.
This whole exercise brought up a lot of different feelings for me and for the people guessing. We are DEFINITELY going to talk about that but I still am just terribly amused that someone thought I weighed 140 pounds. *grin*
For the record, my height and weight combination puts me in that category of women to whom weight loss surgery is being shopped as the One True Solution. I even had an ex-boyfriend suggest it. Which is one reason he is an EX.
The only sicknesses I get are lung-related. That is after a lifetime of untreated allergies and asthma. I had pneumonia as a three-year-old (in the hospital with tubes in my lungs, the whole nine yards) and that left a bit of long term damage – and a propensity towards pneumonia – as well.
Sometimes my feet hurt. Of course, that’s when I’ve been wearing flats with no support whatsoever (really, they are the equivalent of slippers and I ought to know better than to wear them) for three or four days in a row combined with a lot of walking. Sometimes my muscles hurt. But that’s usually when I’ve been rearranging furniture or moving boxes and have simply overdone it. Sometimes, sometimes a joint hurts. But, wait, that’s because I broke that wrist rollerskating and it always hurts when the weather is changing.
I am a 30-year-old woman and I am active and healthy and happy. Sally Ann Voak might not believe that but, well, Sally Ann can suck it.
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