I'm not kidding.
On Friday morning I weighed myself...6' 1", 200lbs, on the nose.
Went away for the weekend, spent great time with friends who love to eat and drink, abandoned all self-restraint, and treated my body like a septic tank.
Weigh-in last night? 208.
Meaning I ate and drank the equivalent of a healthy newborn baby this weekend.
How is that even remotely possible??
Ok...I think I figured it out.
Vodka, beer, cake, vodka, cake, sausage rolls, cinnamon rolls, red wine, cake.
8lbs. Currently residing on my ass.
Congrats to Debi, and thanks for being my 200th follower on my sidebar! I gotta tell you, it has been a rough road to get to 200...I have been stuck at 197-198 for weeks...been losing followers as fast as I have been gaining them.
Can't really think of anything about me that people dont like, I mean, Im pretty damn perfect...Must be because of the cancer talk...some people LOVE cancer, and I may have offended them by raising money to give to cancer research. If you are one of those people who love cancer, Im sorry I offended you. Please come back. That has to be the reason, right? Let's see...what else do I even talk about? Vodka, screaming at my kids...cant be those, I mean, my mormon friends always tell me how great those posts are...arent I pretty? Is that it? Are you leaving me because Im ugly? How frickin shallow are you people? I mean, we cant all be pretty??!! That's why I teamed up with Deb, anyway!! She's pretty, and Im not, we compliment each other! Unless...you dont think...is this because I smell? How do you people even know I smell? Look, it's a medical condition, and I dont think it's fair that you...wait...you couldnt know unless...are you following me??!! I mean, how fucking creepy is that? Im calling the cops...leave me alone!!!
And to the rest of you...thanks for your unconditional love. Please dont leave me...my self-respect hinges on your presence.
By the way, Tuesdays are Tuesday's Tributearound here...You got something or someone you wanna tribute? Come see what we're doing!!
Monday, February 23, 2009
posthumous pointerTo laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson