Heavy News

I just realized it’s been seventy-three days since I’ve mentioned anything about my weight. I know! It’s hard to believe the earth is still rotating on its axis. I thought for sure we would have crashed into the sun if I ever stopped publicly reporting my weight on a weekly basis.

I also just realized that it’s only been two days since I said the blog’s primary purpose would no longer be about weight and food. The basic premises being: 1) there’s more to life than counting cookies, and 2) there are already a brazillion other websites devoted to the topic. Granted, none of them are as entertaining as mine, but you can’t have it all. *wink*

Ironically, then, how we now find ourselves on the second post of the newly re-opened blog, and I’m already back to talking about weight. Sheesh. My blogging plans are as bad as my dieting plans.

What drove me to such madness? Well, I figured some of you might still be interested in food and dieting and you might be possibly wondering if my Return To Onederland was an actual return or just a visit. But mostly it’s to maintain my delusion that the world is actually concerned with a paramecium such as myself.

But enough with the jibba-jabba. First, take a look at how rosy things used to be only three scant months ago:

Now let’s tack on a dose of reality:

Anyone still reading at this point is probably asking, “Why am I still reading this post?” Er . . . sorry. I meant to say: Anyone still reading at this point is probably asking, “What happened between the happy graph and the less than happy graph?”

Several things: vacation, work, food, more work, more food, more more work and a lot more work.

Work is hard. Work is also bad for maintaining normal eating patterns. Now I could just blame myself. But it’s so much easier blaming others. Here’s what also happened: Day Ones #89, #90, and #91. Yes, it’s true. I could no longer go on pretending I was still on Day One #88 which began on July 28, 2008 and ended right about here.

It’s kinda sad starting over, but I can’t say I’m not a stranger to the concept either. Of course, like a mini New Year’s Day, there is something special about wiping the slate clean and starting afresh.

And yes, you read that right, I lost six pounds in the first week. I can do that when I quit eating like a pig. Of course, the next six pounds will take me six weeks to lose (which—great!—lands me right in the middle of Thanksgiving. I’m doomed.)

From here on out, I’ll report in the first Thursday of each month. Because I wouldn’t want the earth to stop spinning, you know.