According to the scale in my bathroom, I have lost 30 pounds, which is odd because unbeknownst to me, I didn’t think I even HAD 30 pounds. I’ve always been fairly skinny, then I was aware I either gained some weight, or that a family of gophers had crawled up into my stomach through my anus and were living there for some time, because I did start to look kind of heavy. So I’ve either been “dieting” (not eating) very well, or I took a large dump and shat the little gophers out. Either way, I’ve lost 30 pounds. The odd thing to me, is how vain it makes me sound. I mean, looks are not important to me one bit, and if you see how I dress you’d know this for a fact. So why should this be such a big deal? I don’t know. I just know for the past 4 months or so I’ve felt great, and these past 2 weeks or so I’ve felt somewhat FANTASTIC. I know my GF has had a lot to do with that, in the making me feel better about myself part, but how did I lose 30 pounds? I don’t work out, or run laps or do ANYTHING physical, and the most “dieting” I do is either not eating dinner some nights at all because I lose track of time, or my mom makes me eat super healthy. I’ve stopped eating meat completely, so that’s been working out and maybe that has a lot to do with it. Other than that, don’t know. I guess it’s good though, my CCOC teacher says I look good, which is a good and creepy compliment to get from a nearing 60 year old guy.
But whatever, I’m skinnier than he is, so who cares.
M@RK
