2012-04-17 10:04![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineOh, hey, it's that time again: Time to complain about shitty metrics and half-assed testing mechanisms.
Let's look at the (un)surprising cavalcade of statistical anomalies that my sit-down with my health insurance review brought to light.
First up, we have a scale that reports my weight approximately ten pounds higher than the one at home, and, even deducting an arbitrary two pounds for clothing allowance (in my case, Utilikilt, workout shirt, and lightweight polo), it had me two pounds heavier than I've ever been, full stop. So that was a great way to get things started. I know better than to give any credence to those hand-held resistometers for measuring body fat percentage, but that didn't really quell all of the irritation at seeing 20.5% show up on the screen... which, given what I have gleaned from both my calipers and my eyeballs, is probably about twice what is actually the case.
Yes, I'm overweight according to BMI (28.3 kg/m2). Ah, yes, that modern obfuscation of height/weight chart, where it thinks everyone should be a weak, slender waif in order to be healthy. I have a weak, slender (but calloused), middle finger to extend to your worthless ass.
With those two erroneous data points fresh in my mind, it's hardly surprising that my as-tested blood pressure was elevated about 20 points (134/88).
None of that could fuck up my blood profile, where my fasted glucose was 94, my cholesterol was 116, and my total cholesterol to HDL ratio was 2.8.
I am going to outlive whatever asshole thought up BMI, and I am going to dance, poorly, but carrying a kettlebell, on their grave.
Let's look at the (un)surprising cavalcade of statistical anomalies that my sit-down with my health insurance review brought to light.
First up, we have a scale that reports my weight approximately ten pounds higher than the one at home, and, even deducting an arbitrary two pounds for clothing allowance (in my case, Utilikilt, workout shirt, and lightweight polo), it had me two pounds heavier than I've ever been, full stop. So that was a great way to get things started. I know better than to give any credence to those hand-held resistometers for measuring body fat percentage, but that didn't really quell all of the irritation at seeing 20.5% show up on the screen... which, given what I have gleaned from both my calipers and my eyeballs, is probably about twice what is actually the case.
Yes, I'm overweight according to BMI (28.3 kg/m2). Ah, yes, that modern obfuscation of height/weight chart, where it thinks everyone should be a weak, slender waif in order to be healthy. I have a weak, slender (but calloused), middle finger to extend to your worthless ass.
With those two erroneous data points fresh in my mind, it's hardly surprising that my as-tested blood pressure was elevated about 20 points (134/88).
None of that could fuck up my blood profile, where my fasted glucose was 94, my cholesterol was 116, and my total cholesterol to HDL ratio was 2.8.
I am going to outlive whatever asshole thought up BMI, and I am going to dance, poorly, but carrying a kettlebell, on their grave.
