Actually, I am too wiped out from consultations Monday and Wednesday and life in between to write about them right now. I will have pricing numbers from today up later. Not later today. Later this millenium.
So this is really a weigh-in in disguise. Here are the shots from the day the scale went below 150. The way I’ve been eating today, I’m not sure it will stay there. I don’t know why I’m so hungry except bad meal management so that I was starving from 1-4:30, and three half hour walks, maybe combine to leave me needing more food. But now I’ve had enough and I keep wanting to eat. That’s something else. I finally got my hand to stop taking pretzels out of the pretzel bag. I think I’m done for the night. But I’m craving something sweet even though I already had a square of chocolate and one mini-cookie bite which is much more processed sweets than I normally eat. Probably this is yet another facet of PMS.
Tomorrow is May, start of a new month. Communist holiday. Pagan spring holiday. Good stuff. Maybe I’ll feel better. I have one more consultation next week and then I’m not even thinking about scheduling any more for at least a week. I don’t know that I need to talk to anyone else. I guess LoMonaco in Texas is the only obvious person left to talk to. And I just don’t see how I can have surgery out of town really.
I really do feel sick – and too tired to exercise more. I walked the dogs to the park, walked around Beverly Hills from Roxbury to Wilshire to Rodeo to Santa Monica and back to Roxbury. And then to the market and back for dinner. I guess that is 1.5 hours of walking and hopefully balances out that bag of pretzels. Oy.
Here is NS’s word on the subject:
Note – 31% body fat. It is falling, but it’s not exactly 27. Wish I knew what was reasonable. I suspect, as ridiculous as it seems, that the body fat measurement heuristic isn’t designed for fat people. We aren’t as straight up and down in a line as thin people are. It could be missing my butt entirely… (By the way, the plastic surgeon today said my butt was small. I mention that because it is the first time in recorded history anyone has ever said that. I have no idea what he means. My butt is huge.)
Here is GS:
I’m still sorry I missed getting a picture of 150.0, just for posterity. NS keeps the display on a while as it cycles between weight, body fat and water percentages. GS on the other hand flashes the weight for a second or two and then decides to move on with its life. I have to get the weight, turn around while still on the scale, get my camera, get it focused, take the picture – all before it blanks out. I miss a lot.
So, a few moments later, GS thought maybe this was what it meant:
I felt like if I just stood there, maybe I’d hit 130 that day…
Note the big thighs in the foreground. Lovely.
I should be happy. I was happy for one moment when I hit 150. I was happy on Monday up until I tried to drive home in rush hour. But things have been downhill since then. And now, the shooting stomach pains are starting. Great.





