Saturday, December 01, 2012
I crowed the other day in this space about weighing less than my brother. The scale gods didn't take kindly to the bragging, and have nailed me with a sharp climb in the digital readout. Now, it could be sodium weight, or it might be cookies and Doritos and barbecue and beer weight. Probably the latter.
Feeling the teensiest sorry for myself, what with the (literal) pain in the neck, I hit the grocery store yesterday before having eaten dinner. Snackages happened. And later, at night, snackaging occurred. And today, a night out with friends. There will be more of those over the next two weeks as I prepare to leave a place I've called home the past 9 years.
So, I'm OK with a moderate increase in short term weight. If it turns out to be real, that is. And if not, I'm down with that, too. I'll get back to the gym when it stops hurting to yawn, hopefully with enough days left to get that ugly t shirt.