I’ve been pigging out for the last week and a half or so but the number of the scale keeps staying the same, and in the case of last night actually going down. 207.8 this morning. What the hell is up with that?

The only thing I can figure is that I must be losing muscle at an incredible rate to keep up with the fat I am putting back on! Hooray fat!

Okay, not so much hooray really. I need to stay thin(ish) for at least another week. I don’t know if I ever said or not (and I’m too lazy to go back and check) but a big part of the reason I started dieting was because I had a really embarassing episode at Worlds of Fun last year. One of my favorite rides is the Detonator and I decided to ride it. It has an over the shoulder harness and when they went to lower the harness I basically didn’t fit. There is a green light over the harness and you have to press down on the harness until it turns green, otherwise you’ll be decapitated and they’ll find your head over by the snowcone concession.

So the ride operator is pushing and pushing and collapsing my chest and I’m getting completely embarassed. Eventually it’s clear I simply won’t fit so they move me to another seat which works fine. Which, to be honest, makes me a bit concerned about the quality control of the ride manufacturer, but whatever.

So the fact that I couldn’t fit into a ride I liked, and the fact that I had been uncomfortable all day really with my ass overflowing the roller coaster seats and such and the fact that my doctor soon after told me I was going to die if I didn’t lose weight is what made me start dieting.

And to bring this back around to the point I was making in the third paragraph, I am going to Cedar Point next week and it would be pretty cool, and very redeeming if I could fit in the fucking seats of the rides. You know? It’s the simple things that I find important.

I found it really difficult to keep losing weight over the summer, but last winter it seemed really easy. That could be due to a few things. One, of course, is that I don’t go out as much during the winter. More time for not eating, and not drinking and more going to the gym. The other is that it seems like I developed a bit of a social life over the last year which has certainly made dieting more difficult.

So, yea. What was I saying? Man, I smell like pizza.

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