If you’re looking for story telling, you’ve come to the wrong place.
(go here instead: www.gutenberg.org
If I’d been in Scheherezade’s place, that Arabian nights book would have been a heck of a lot shorter, maybe a week before the sultan got bored and went “Off with his head!”. So it’s a probably a good thing this web site doesn’t demand that I keep it entertained, since I might not have made it to this, a 1001th day since I joined up.
You know something? I still don’t know how I feel about this place. That many days, and I’ve probably spent as much or more time on here than I have on any site other than facebook (yes, I am a victim of timesucks). And for all that, am I healthier than I was when I started? Heck if I know (HIIK). I weigh a few pounds less, 6.2, which translates roughly to 100 ounces, or .1 ounce per day I’ve been on here. Not exactly what you call a spectacular rate of reduction. But as I blogged not too long ago, that number masks trends that, to put it mildly, ain’t good right now.
Then again, I am still poking my head in here, and making some semblance of an effort. And this site and its assorted and collective wisdoms were absolutely instrumental in helping the too sadly temporary 16.2% weight loss in the first 18 months I was here. And not really to blame for the 15.9% gain since.
I suspect I’m still here, and here as often as I am largely due to the blc challenges and its dictates, but more for the people I’ve gotten to know through that channel. Without that anchor (and I don’t use that as a pejorative), I might have gotten bored and drifted off, especially when the scale turned evil again.
Then again, maybe I would have reached a point, not unlike the one I’m very near right now, where I just had to declare that I’d had enough (of myself, really), and was rededicating myself to…ummm….me. Starting over, hitting the reset button, and being more active, and actively concerned with those steps which helped me lose the weight that made it so that I, despite all the weight I’ve re-gained in the past year, still haven’t reached the all time high blubber mark, and even though I’ve skated a perilously fine line near it, haven’t crossed back into twoterville officially. Not having stepped on a scale in three days, I might well make a mockery of that statement in the morning. But I’d deal with it. And move on.
So there’s the idea anyway. It’s not quite a plan. And I suspect I’ll be very annoyed by the timesuck it takes to start tracking stuff on here again, however intermittently, and be annoyed by getting sore from using the hotel fitness room more, despite whatever injury I might subject myself to next. But the stuff I’ve been doing the last year and change sure as heck hasn’t been working, and I owe myself better.
For what’s it worth, this semi-re-starting-thingy is partly inspired by the re-appearance of Punky100 on this site. So, uh, if it works, thanks, and if it doesn’t, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!