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30 Days of Photos III Day 11 - Heavy


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nonamedufus said…
How would you rate me on a scale of 1-10?
Laughing Mom said…
You stood up to this challenge!
Danielle Batog said…
You are very brave indeed. My scale is hidden way in the back of my closet...and I intend for it to stay there.
Barb said…
I HEAR ya!!!!!! I have the same battle!
MikeWJ said…
I wondered if anybody would be brave enough to do this. I wasn't, partly I'm afraid to know what I weigh. I think I tip the scales at elephatine these days. But I am losing weight, albeit slowly. No dieting, must watching what I eat or don't eat and going to bed hungry. Which reminds me of an old joke about eating your pillow in your sleep. But I can't remember the joke. Probably because I'm starving.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I decided to weigh in on it.
nonamedufus said…
That's where I found mine!
nonamedufus said…
The battle of the bulge?
nonamedufus said…
Did you have a dream you were eating a giant marshmallow and when you woke up your pillow was missing?
Linda Medrano said…
You are a big guy, Dufus. And you have nice feet.
nonamedufus said…
I'm just an average guy...and those pants are too big for me.
Ziva said…
What a nice scale you have there, dufus.
Coco said…
Same here. That's why I hardly ever step on this tool! Fun photo!
Lauren said…
Pounds or kilograms? Great take on weight.


I only use my scale to weigh the turkey on Thanksgiving...and it keeps flying away.
nonamedufus said…
The better to weigh in on today's theme, Ziva
nonamedufus said…
You weigh 217 pounds, Coco?
nonamedufus said…
Pounds, although kilograms would be a lower number.
Lauren said…
I'm going to use kilograms from now on. Now you know my aptitude for math.
meleahrebeccah said…
could always be worse!
nonamedufus said…
217 lbs isn't bad. After all I am 6' 11".
That scale looks like it is from the 40's... I love it! GREAT picture.
nonamedufus said…
Hey, I'm not THAT old!
meleahrebeccah said…
Actually, that's awesome! My father is 5'10 and about 225!
nonamedufus said…
I lied. I'm really about 5' 10".
Cheryl said…
You have the cutest toes! I love your photo and your take on this one.
nonamedufus said…
I clipped my nails just for this shoot!
Cheryl said…
I for one appreciate that more than you'll ever know.
meleahrebeccah said…
well then you still weigh less than my dad!
Paula Wooters said…
Your feet look so tiny! Wish mine did. My feet are so big they carry about 20 % of my weight.
ladyV said…
oh yes, i know this one too well. i'm just a wee bit heavier than i want to be. let's go for a virtual run.
nonamedufus said…
It's just all part of the service I provide.
nonamedufus said…
Size 9. My weight is elsewhere.
nonamedufus said…
Now that I could handle.
Jamie Baker said…
And that's why I don't have one in the house. Ignorance is, well, ignorance. But at least no one obsesses over it this way.

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