Kick that Shit, Homey!

30 April: 79.9 kg. Yipee! I have broken the 80-kilo mark. I can't wait until tomorrow when I go to the gym and see that my weight is suddenly back at like 82. What fun.

Unsolved Mysteries

24 April: 81.0 kg. I would like to blame one of my co-workers for talking my ear off while I was trying to enter the gym. I can't really exer-bike and meaningfully or even half-meaningfully talk at the same time. The grunting would just pose too big of a problem. So instead of the normal 5o or 55 minutes of sweaty exasperation that I would've liked to deal with, I had to settle for 28 minutes of said fun. Fuck you, buddy. Now I'm fat because of you!

Mooh Rah Rah Rain

22 April: 80.6 kg, no dinner though I did eat some convenience store cookies and a Snickers Bar.

stupid me!

17 April: 81.2 kg. Imagine what the scale would've said if I hadn't eaten all those Oreos today for dinner.

Sad Mafioso

16 April: 81.4 kg, no dinner save for a piece of bread and a couple shitake mushrooms off of my wife's plate. Which is disappointing because:

13 April: 80.8 kg. I didn't even eat a real meal yesterday (Wednesday) and didn't over indulge on Tuesday with food. I also didn't have dinner on Monday when I weighed in at 80.8, so what the fuck is the deal with the +0.6 differential? My wishful-est guess is that I weighed myself with my underwear on tonight, but wasn't wearing them on Monday night, could they be sopped full of 0.6 kg of sweat? Or it's the banana chips and their 750 Calories I had yesterday as a snack. I love the logic that I use where eating a meal is bad but a super-calorie-laden snack is deemed fine and combined with other little tidbits of food that eclipse what an actual meal would total in calories.

Whistle While You Work

Either not eating dinner for the past few days or the gym's elliptical trainer, I don't care. This is a welcome sight:

6 April: 81.0 kg

Hopefully on Friday I won't be back above 81 kg again; luckily I don't have any money so I won't be eating dinner, which should help.

Starting Point

I joined the gym again. After the stress of visiting a dying parent and the accompanying melancholy I decided that there was no reason to control what I ate at all. So now we've come to this:

2 April: 81.6 kg.

Those brownies and Wendy's burgers and chocolate-covered peanuts and anything else that found it's way into my stomach sure was worth it!

Now that I am paying for the gym I think I can coax myself into considering what the fuck I'm doing before I put that banana crepe or peanutbutter sandwich-thing into my mouth. Let's hope this works, I am not enjoying the tightness in my pants.