Well, I got back on that Weight Watchers horse after three weeks of vacationing, lollygagging, vacationing again, and eating any stray vacationers and lollygaggers who wandered into my path.
And what do I have to show for it?
Good gravy, I'm up 9.8 pounds. (Actually, bad gravy! Bad gravy!)
Now, maybe a pound of that is me being weighed in jeans this week. My eating on vacation wasn't too bad -- but the gin and the scotch and the beer and, yes, even the wine and rum and tequila, those steadfast friends, more than made up for any eating I wasn't doing. (Holy crap that's a list, huh? Good thing it wasn't all on one night. Still, it's probably best to keep my liver away from any open flames for a while.) And these last couple days of lunch at work have been like a bachelor party for my stomach -- a metaphor I don't want to push too far, lest I envision a lap-dance from a cheese steak.
So, ten pounds in three weeks. And I simply don't have ten pounds of rationalizations in me. Instead, I'm going to work my butt off (literally) to lose these ten pounds in the next three weeks. That seems possible, if difficult.
Man, 9.8 pounds. That's as much as this circular saw weighs.
Rob
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Ze Boom, She Is Lowered
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Ten pounds!?!
Ye gads.
That, my friend, is why I don't monitor my weight. (That, and the fact that I really don't care how much I weigh, specifically; I just want to be slimmer and less flabby.)
You know, you'd have lost all that weight instantly if you'd eaten the Devil's Jawbreaker.
So how is Superbad, anyway?
Superbad was a lot of fun. Really raunchy, but has that heart that Apatow's known for.
As for monitoring my weight: I think it's a good idea for me. It's turned my general feeling of schlubbiness these past few weeks into a 9.8 pound enemy.
I'm definitely up this summer from my low in April -- now, granted, that was after a week of business travel when I mostly didn't have time to eat AND had a weird stomach bug before that where I COULDN'T eat. But still. I'm looking at 17 more pounds before I get to my goal, rather than the 9 I was at earlier this year. And *I* have a wedding dress to fit into!!
Let's get back on that wagon together!
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