I woke up feeling irritable, frustrated, and depressed and the feelings just got worse as the morning progressed. I started to jot down a list of things to accomplish this weekend. I expected the list to have three or so things on it. Quickly it expanded to over twenty “must do” items.
Yesterday morning the bathroom scale showed 194 pounds, so I went out and ran 12 kilometers, or about seven miles. Today the bathroom scale displayed 195 pounds. Yet another illustration of how my “steps,” no matter what the endeavor, tend to lead backwards.
Attacking my “hoard” of boxed toys is taking a considerable emotional toll, but it’s starting to clear out a little bit of space. As soon as I’ve finished typing here I shall be de-boxing the Monster High figures visible in this photo. If I counted correctly, I believe I found one-hundred nine boxed dolls stashed away. Eighteen are headed directly to eBay. The others will be de-boxed and stored in plastic tubs for now.
In an effort to gain even more weight, I ran again today, both more slowly than yesterday and less far, only 10 kilometers.
The bathroom scale read 194.6 pounds this morning, so I went for a seven mile run. It was my first attempt at running in over a month. While I was running I had all kinds of ideas for brilliant, clever, witty posts for this web site. Continue reading DAY SIXTEEN: Duh Nuh Nuh Nuh Nuh Nuh Nuh Nuh… FATMAN!