Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Weighty
Like some great people before me (including myself on at least three separate occasions), I’m going on Weight Watchers. The Holidays were just the start of the latest “problems,” and my 25% increase in weekly workout time coupled with eating and drinking anything within reach that’s not tied down . . . well, it’s not exactly balancing out. I remember back in the old days when I was lamenting that lurch across the 180-pound threshold. I’m now at least 10 pounds beyond that.
Appropriately, I had a shit-ton of pizza (late) last night and chased that with some beer while watching “Rome” (I HAD to text Erin about the “sucking slave cock” line). Anyway, I slept very fitfully with all the reflux and propping my head up and getting up to pee every couple hours and eating lots of Maalox Max. So, right how, I’m negotiating a bowl of Italian wedding soup and surrendering to the spinach (fiber equals negative points!).
I hate spinach.