A little elbow grease

27 May: 79.6 kg. All it took was not pigging out like a zombie (and skipping dinner for the last couple of nights). I have been digesting some interviews with the author of The End of Overeating (David Kessler) and coincidently the book's premise is that salt, sugar, and fat, when combined as is often the case in all the processed and yummy foods that I like so many other people gorge themselves on, have an effect on the brain's chemistry and cause us to eat far too much and far too often. The brain is mostly powerless against that combination and once you start down the slippery slope of junk food it is very difficult for your body to convince the brain to feel satiated with normal (or god forbid healthy) food. If it wasn't most likely impossible around here I would buy this book. But at least the interviews helped. The tape measure won't circumnavigate my belly til the end of the week. Be patient.

I Felt Your Shape

25 May: 80.6 kg. What a wonderful feeling this is. My insatiable hunger sure isn't helping me out. Something compels me to eat, then eat more, and then some more. Snack, dinner, dessert, snack, snack, breakfast, snack, a loaf of bread, lunch, refrain. I'm going to really try to starve myself and see how that works. Less calories consumed should result in more kg's lost, right? And by starving myself I mean simply eating 3 meals a day. Might try to go for only 2 a day, but that is probably pushing it.

Oh yeah, the circumference. 25 May: 92 cm around the belly button's meridian. Let's see how this goes.

No Sense

It has come to my attention that I've been going to the gym for about two months now, pretty regularly, and have only lost a little over 1 kg. Way to really give it your best, fatso.

Groundhog Day

22 May, 21 May, 18 May: 80.4 kg. This would be a nice occurrence, this stability, if it were stabilizing at a more welcome number, say 77 kg. It is quite disheartening to exert all that effort and literally drench myself in sweat without gaining any benefits. Of course, I could stop eating candy bars and shit like that (which I have been getting more and more successful at lately). Another possible factor that is mostly bullshit but what the fuck I'll kick it out there is I finally started lifting weights again in addition to the excerliptibikemilling. Since muscle weighs more than fat maybe I'm really getting thinner but not going down in weight. Intriguing idea. Probably doubtful considering it has only been three days of very limited free weight-ing. So I will be adding another measurement to this litany of embarrassing numbers to try to measure my improvement: my circumference. Yea!

Weight of My Love

18 May: 80.8 kg, I was really fearing it would be much worse, but I think it's in an acceptable range. I have begun to lift weights in an oh so meager capacity. Hopfully it will help invigorate my metabolism and I can be unfat sometime before I die.

Unsolved Mysteries

11 May: 80.4 kg, not too bad considering all the rich food I ate at the funeral services over the weekend. Who knew dead grandmothers-in-law had such an upside: great catering!

13 May: 81.4 kg, Whoooooaaa! What the fuck happened? Oh yeah, I took a nap and woke up and ate some streudel-thing and ate some more bullshit and then some more and totally reneged on my (oh so solemn) vow to eat healthy food. Also I actually ate dinner before going to the gym, big fucking mistake. I didn't go last night and am not going tonight, partly because I don't want to see the fury-inducing read-out on the scale.

The only positive I have gleaned from being less skinny (I can't say that I was skinny before) is that I had a slightly too hollow-looking face, which only accentuates what my loving wife calls my "monkey points." At least less skinny me has a fuller face and so a less pronounced pair of monkey points.

memento mori

7 May: 80.4 kg, which isn't bad considering the evening before I had some very rich french cuisine which consisted of all of my wife's desert, too. and the week that I couldn't go to the gym due to the holidays. I was dreading seeing the scale read out something over 81.