Sunday, September 6, 2009

Oh Hell

This morning the scale said 178.5. I've been working on this for six weeks and I finally get a loss-- and today is Cheat Day, combined with 300 miles of driving + not much exercise = shoot. My best friend lost her mom unexpectedly. She needed me to drive her to Columbia and then BWI which with the return trip amounted to about 6 hours of driving time. I was glad to go, you want to do something dramatically helpful under these circumstances, but I missed my exercise. I wish they would invent a pedal car option, with speed. Or a tank that could suck fat directly from your thighs. Speaking of which, in the Woot category, I offer the following:

Thighs R a Good Thing

Next will be a study proving that homemade apple pie improves triglycerides and reduces the appearance of spider veins.

PS I never posted about my conclusion about the Concerta experiment. Don't think it's going to work out between us. One day of concentration + concerted, fairly useful activity followed by two days of feeling trashed, like I'm a four-cylinder engine that somebody's tried to street-race. Darn. Have to stick with iced tea.

PPS I don't think I even want to weigh tomorrow. I'll be so bummed. I could have laid off Cheat Day but I delayed for the Labor Day picnic and everything. Hopefully with helpful behavior on my part I'll see the 170s again soon.

3 comments:

  1. Congratulations! I have an award for you!

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  2. If you come up with the car that sucks the fat right out of you, let me know! That sounds like my kind of car.

    It's a bummer to miss your exercise, but what you did was so much more valuable. I am sure your friend is extremely grateful.

    Don't be too hard on yourself either - you're not even sure you've left the 170's yet. Either way, you are still doing the right things.

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  3. There are billions of $ to be made for the person who invents a car that sucks fat directly out of thighs for fuel.

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