I have lost the trend towards trimness and am in fact returning to my pyramidal shape. Weight 314.5! Again! FOR FUCK'S SAKE. How? WHISKEY AND SUGAR AND NOT WRITING IT DOWN. Like I'm traveling back in time. [Wife] is convinced she's pregnant one minute, then cramps the next. "The next minute" not some convention. Certainty at 10:15 followed by despair at 10:16.
I was going to keep my beard to distract her, because she hates it so much. Giving her something to hate and nag me about would have been an effective therapy. Yelling at me calms her. The only thing she wants as much as a baby is for me to not have a beard. But it was scratchy. Maybe I'll grow one starting now to get us through this cycle.
I dream obvious dreams. Last night there was an incredibly long line of people waiting for something, but Microsoft made it possible for people to give birth to tiny calves by mixing ingredients in a jar. "Nothing cuter than a palm-sized cow," I said. Which is true.
This blog is supposed to be about food; it's more about [Wife]'s uterus. Because that is the obvious focus. Okay so here's what's wrong: I keep sneaking things, and not small things. I've managed to dial it down from the worst but I'm paying the price for a few months of bad decisions in my return to pyramidalism. But I have returned to the bicycle.
I will figure it out. What choice do I have? Refattening?
| Food | Qty | Calories |
|---|---|---|
| Coffee, black, 1 oz. | 8 | 0 |
| Total | 0 |
Weight: 314.5 lbs