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.
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