October 29, 2009 - Non-event
Up early; out of milk; not in the mood for oatmeal. Will get breakfast later.
The balance beam on WASPGEL is a week or two away from needing a reset. Close, so close. When that happens the top slider goes all the way right as the bottom slider notches one inch left and the scale tightens its belt. Ca-chunk.
The slider makes me feel that I'm living in a stop-motion universe. Everything happens in eighth-inches, slowly, day by day. When I think about it, though, it all plays back in a minute.
With the notch of the heavier weight I will depart the big 3, and a return to the world of 2. And then the opportunities! I might pass for a very fat European rather than a typical American! People will give me the right change! I can shop in a different area of the tall/fat store, and will no longer have to wear clothing from off-brand manufacturers, my Pants by Irredeemable and Shirts by Ashamed. And never, ever again will elastic sneak into my waistband.
I haven't been there, out of the [3], in 15 years, since right after college. [2] will of necessity be about fruits and vegetables and lean proteins, crunches and suffix-ups and so forth, all the way down the waterslide.
We're into the deep future, though. Anything could happen. If it does happen, if I make it down to what the world wants, if I follow all the rules--all I will want then is to wreak a terrible vengeance to make up for all the time taken away thinking about this boring subject. Ca-chunk.
Weight: 304 lbs