We have a very fancy weighing scale. I think Husband bought it for me as a birthday present one year. (Regular readers will not be surprised at Husband's thoughtfulness ...) It tells you everything you could possibly want to know except possibly the temperature in Beijing. Normally all we ever do is stand on it and moan at our weight gain but I recently came across the manual - 2" thick so you can tell how complicated it is - and Husband read up about all the settings.
This morning, traditionally our weigh day, we checked everything and I discovered that ... I am normal. No, honestly, the book says I am. Well, for a woman of my age that is.
My BMI is normal, my body fat is normal, my visceral fat (around the organs) is very good and, surprisingly, I have a higher than average percentage of muscle - but I don't know where that's hiding!
So I think I deserve a date flapjack.