Max: What A Loser

When I left for Bass Camp, I weighed at least 365 pounds. I could swear I actually weighed 375, but Laura insists I was a mere 365. When I got back I was 360. I was rather impressed. A touch of moderation in the feed bag and a whole lot of walking had lost me at least 5 pounds in just a week. Of course, I was about to go back to my desk job and my regular eating habits, so I figured I was going to get those pounds back, along with some reinforcements, until Laura and I manage to get ourselves back on Atkins.

I weighed myself yesterday. Three times I weighed myself, because I could not believe what I was seeing. I was down to 355. I had lost another 5 pounds without even trying. I can only guess what has happened. One possibility is that the cough I have been enjoying with this past week's cold/allergies has served as some sort of rudimentary exercise, and the high volumes of snot production has diverted much needed resources away from fat production. Another is that the andro gel I am on for my inherent lack of manliness has somehow speeded up my metabolism. Or I have cancer.

Either way, let's hear it for effortless weight loss!