IN YOUR FACE SCALES!
That's right, for the first time in a long time I'm at 225lbs. How have I achieved this miracle of a pound every third day? In my good friend David's words, "just by not eating stupid crap, eating sensible portions". And also with the help of the half-dozen or so people who read my blog and send me supportive messages periodically - I really can't thank you all enough. Oh wait - when I get to 195 I'll make us all a big cake - just out of lard and suet, and frost it with arterial plaque. Sound good? Good.
So what's with the slacking off on the exercise, dude?
Good question, and I have an excellent answer. After I recovered from my near-death snot-sickness, I decided that now was a good time to have a doctor look at an ingrown hair on my thigh. Oh - if you're squeamish, skip to the next paragraph now. The doctor looked at it and gave me anti-biotice because the hair follicle had gotten infected and resembled an unsquishable pimple. When that didn't work, the doctor sent me to a guy to remove it surgically. What they do is slice open the skin and scoop out the whole infected follicle, and then stitch it back up. Which took about 20 minutes under local anaestetic. Long story short, I have a bit of a sore leg, so no strenuous exercise for a few more days, at least till it heals up properly.
Two things have happened the last week or so, though that will worry me if I still feel this way in two more weeks. 1. I'm not very hungry at all. 2. I can't hardly sleep. Around 1am my body will complain that it's too hot, no matter what. Then my arms and legs decide to twitch, but not in an over-caffeinated way - more like a brief tensing like I want to kick or punch. Then I will have 15-20 minutes where I almost fall asleep, then I feel too hot. Then the whole thing repeats. This will go on until 3 or 4am, when my body finally shuts down despite protestations about heat and twitchiness. I've read about Restless Leg Syndrome, and I'm pretty sure I don't have that. I fear that what I do have is Old.
So anyway, not sleeping and not eating seem to work for weight loss. So hurrah, I feel healthier already.
Jen is out of town on a business trip till tomorrow night, so it's likely that during the day tomorrow I'll be picking up the empty beer cans and making sure that the hookers took all their drugs and underwear with them.
Being left home alone is much less fun when you're 34 than when you're 17. When you're 17, all you want to do is get your friends to come over, drink beer, play video games and fool around. When you're 34, all you want to do is sleep, veg out on the sofa and play video games.
Anyway, for those of you who still care at this point, yogurt was lunch, quesadillas were dinner, scotch is supper. Yes, you can tell that Jen is out of town, and I don't care.
Now...off to take a sleeping pill and then see if it kicks in. Failing that, I will be playing littlebig planet - see you there.
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