You know what I like less than trying to lose weight? Nothing. Seriously. But alas, if I don’t try, I’ll likely die early. Now, mind you, I’ll leave a very, very good looking corpse, and a legendary personality, and not a few fawning ladyfolk behind. Nevertheless, I must try again.
So, since we last tried this I’ve actually managed to gain about 20 lbs. I know, right? WTF? I made it all the way up to 350 lbs. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I started counting calories and exercising like a maniac and I currently sit at 334.2 lbs. So, for all of my hard work (mostly at buffets and all you can eat barbecue places), I’ve gained a net 5.2 lbs over the last year.
But at least I was losing weight, right? Until last night that is. I got all freaky deaky on a place of wings and Potato wedges from your friendly neighborhood sports bar and ate about 3000 calories. Afterwards there was nothing left but what was on my face: wing sauce and a look of regret. So, alas, we start over. Day 1.
On the up side, I bought a pair of new Nike cross training shoes this time, so the weight loss is in the bag. Guaranteed.