We the People of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union...
Monday, April 23, 2018
Title apropos of nothing more than having titled the previous entry with the opening to the Declaration of Independence. That said...I suppose I could make some sort of personal constitution out of it. Like
I the person of Partha Mukhopadhyay, in order to form a less imperfect belly, establish weight loss, insure gastric tranquility, provide for the personal nutrition, promote my general welfare, and secure the blessings of health to myself and my, um, posterior, do ordain and establish this Constitution of me, for me.
Article I: Eat Less
Article II: Exercise more
Article III-VII: Repeat the first two articles
Bill of Rights: Throw in a cheat day once in a while
Rest of the Amendments: Don't beat yourself up when you falter, because you will falter.
I'm sure I could flesh this out, even as I'm in the process of defleshing myself, but I'll leave it here for now, before I come up with something like the 2nd Amendment of Me, A well baked Bear Claw, being necessary for the happiness of me, the right of this person to eat a bear claw shall not be infringed (oops, too late!). (also, I'm not sure I've ever eaten a bear claw before, but the real 2nd amendment has something to do with bear arms, so bears claws it is. That's just the way my mind misoperates.
I haven't put a current weight on this blog post, mostly from not having jumped on a scale in a few days. Not out of fear of what it might read, although I was less than good on Saturday, while out at a bar to watch soccer (Tottenham being all spursy again against the Red Devils, which has the consolation prize that I won't have divided attention on May 19th when the FA Cup final is going on at the same time as my nephew's birthday party), and then out to Detroit to see Queensryche. The latter was a good show, but it was a bit disappointing to see them just do a one hour greatest hits type show, with only one song that was in any way a bit of a surprise.