Who Cares?

28 September: 78.05 kg. And cookies, don't forget the cookies. I am so excited to see what Wednesday's weigh-in reads as. If it's below 79 I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Between Your Ear And The Other Ear

27 September, special bulletin not from the gym, but the pool: 78.4 kg. I have been a fallen dieter, for sure, lately. think cookies, think pastries, think even having dinner once or twice. what an asshole I am.

C'mon Come On (Lose An Endless Longing)

24 September: 79.5 kg. C'est la vie. What should I expect after eating dinner not once, not twice, but three times in the past week, and the gym being closed for some nonsensical holidays, and having the gall to snack couple of times? Fucking asshole.

Sausage Gut

18 August: 79.4 kg. I have been falling off the wagon lately, it seems. That blueberry pastry-thing really is seeming like my downfall. Why can't I just not eat?

maybe not

17 September: 78.65 kg. oh well.

My Heart Might Stop

14 September: 77.9 kg. I wasn't very dedicated this weekend and snacked not often but still egregiously. And apparently Monday is a part of this weekend that I'm talking about, since I wolfed down 3 donuts that I had no right buying in the first place directly before going to the gym. I still feel a little nauseous. Yippeee!

Pump Up Your Ass

9/9/09: Good luck? 78.5 kg, I guess so. Shouldn't there be a VMA or something going on right about now?

Surprise, surprise

7 September: 79.1 kg and no hangover. I went on a field trip that was ostensibly a winery tour but consisted of nothing more than a couple jiggers of slightly fermented grape juice along with a hefty amount of barbecued pork. Considering the にく I ate yesterday, a smidge over 79 is doing pretty well I think.

The Other Side of Mt. Heart Attack

3 September: 79.4kg and a hearty laugh. Usually I favor something adrenaline-raising like Liars or OutKast, but sometimes a little Annie Hall does the trick on the elliptical.

The Waydown

2 September: 78.9 kg and some still again more sore shoulders. Benchpressing is not my forte it seems. Especially considering I tumbled off the bench while trying to scratch my nose and lift weights at the same time last night. I probably looked drunk.