More to the point, I hate my bathroom scale. That or I hate myself. But we know that there is no room for personal responsibility in this country. Therefore, by default, the scale is the one with a problem.
Well I guess I still haven’t really gotten to any points yet. Hmm, that’s troubling. The government or big business must have hatched a scheme to lace my sustenance with some sort of mind-alterting narcotic.
Whoops, there I go again.
Ok. I’m back on track. I swear. Earlier this week the ol’ scale said I hit a buck seventy-five. This is definitely not good as it said I was at a buck sixty when I bought the damn thing earlier this year. (clearly the scale is at fault because my weight wasn’t going up before I bought it).
So Wednesday morning I was at 175. Great, or not great. Pick as you like. After some work, I went home mid-day as I was expecting a delivery for which I needed to sign. I had a wonderful turkey & swiss on toast. Then I had another. And another. In total, I think I had 4… and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Fast forward to about 8 o’clock, just after my 6:30 class. I was jonesin’ for some Chinese food and conveniently there’s a Chinese place right in between work and home. Sadly, I remembered the 3 lbs of chicking in the fridge that was only a few short moments away from going bad. 1 lbs was mixed with some szechuan seasoning, 2 onions, and some veggie-rice mix. (note: when opening the szechuan seasing package, do not inhale any of the powder.) The other 2 lbs I just baked in the oven. I had my fill washed down by about 2 liters of my homebrew. The remainder of food went into a big ol’ tupperware-like bowl.
The next day, ie Thursday and also known as yesterday in this instance, I was pretty sure that my package from UPS would show up in the morning (which it did). Aside from a brief jaunt to campus around noon to drop off some papers, I pretty much stayed in the apartment finishing off the pounds-o-leftovers. That was until 3:30. Thursdays at 4 we have seminars, which are all prefaced with refreshments (read: coffee, cookies, and donuts). After a donut, 2 cookies, 2 cups of coffee, and a pretty neat presentation about cadaver response to car impacts and tendon failure testing, I got a little work done before heading back home and eating a banana. I don’t remember eating dinner. But I do remember drinking 2 glasses of homebrew before heading out to see the Shooter Jennings show. Add to the tally a couple PBRs, and a few Jack & Cokes.
This all leads me to this morning and the scale. 170. A fucking buck seventy — minus 5 pounds in two days. How, in the name of Columbia Hell did I pull this off? (yeah yeah yeah, water weight, got it. Let me go. I’m on a roll) I need to tape an infomercial and turn this into the next big weight-loss phenomenon. “By eating just 3 lbs of Chinese food a day, drowning yourself in beer and whiskey, refusing to exercise, and paying me the low, low price of just $99.95 (in 5 easy to handle payments of $19.99), you too can lose 25 lbs in a week be the model of physical health like me. It’s a no-brainer!”
Then maybe I can buy a scale that won’t lie to me in useless attempts to pad my ego.