Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 194.7 lbs.

I am actually surprised that I didn’t gain weight given yesterdays indulgences, although the extra pounds may be lurking below the surface and show up in tomorrow’s weigh-in instead.

I was a baaaaddd girl. There was a grand opening of Toni Pepperoni’s pizza buffet just down the street from us on Monday, and this was advertised along with coupons in our local paper, whipping Tom and I into a pizza frenzy. The price for all you could eat, with coupon, was just $3.99 (and $6.25 without). Anyway, this establishment used to exist about 20 minutes from us, which was bad enough. But now they had the audacity to move a mile away, and into a bigger, brighter, better place that holds even more hot pans o’ food.

And what a spread there is! A billion varieties of pizza, salads of all kinds, three types of chicken nuggets (plain, hot and bbq), hot pastas of several varieties, and more. I can feel my arteries clogging just remembering it all. Fondly; unfortunately.

I took a lot, but ate just bits and bites to taste…although this is bad enough, considering that other than the salad, there is little redeeming value to any of their choices.

But god it was good! And I have no excuses, apologies or even remorse today…surprisingly. I have decided that I am far from perfect, and thems the breaks. As long as I don’t go back again like tomorrow. Or sooner.

In other news, and possibly why I didn’t gain, our central air has pooped out, and its hotter than hades in our house. We are having an unusually tropical May, and our little ranch holds heat like a steam cooker. It was like sleeping in a sauna last night. We discovered that our (less than three year old!) system had died when the thermostat refused to budge past 80 two days ago, and after running for 10 straight hours.

Now the air in both the house AND Tom’s car have died, and we are destined to live hotly until things are fixed. Tom made an appointment for the car, but not until late June when he is off work. And the company that services our house was unsure when they could fit us in, as they are being innundated with work as probably everyone discovers similar problems or people are rushing to install, as the season starts off.

I am not a happy hot person…although more tolerant of it being slimmer by over 100 lbs. I am still sweaty and uncomfortable though, and its not even 7 am yet. I will at least be happy to be at my air conditioned office today…which adds a new twist to liking my job.

Clearly I could never live in Texas or anything. Or Bermuda. Well, ok, maybe Bermuda.

So, that is my life as a hot, still fat and addicted carb loving, pizza craving mess. With optimism and hope for eventual transformation and redemption (and coolness) nonetheless, and a pragmatic eye on the big picture, human imperfection, and the philosophy of time.

For right or wrong, and for now, anyway.