I’ve been putting on weight and not the good kind either.
The shapeless kind of weight where my thighs are now beginning to chafe and my
abdomen is beginning to bulge forwardly and laterally, forsooth! I used to have
a boy ass that would turn prisoners into raving lunatics shanking each other
unreservedly for the rights to stake their claim on my ass. Alas, my boy ass is
no more and prisoners do not even deign to give me a second look now. In
retrospect this seems to be more of an (immediate) vanity issue than any sort
of health issue since I feel alright for now. Ladies, fret not, I still look
pretty much the same (unless you see me naked (ha! If you are so lucky!)) so
you know, don’t stop throwing yourselves at me on account of my gluttony.
This is not like days of yore where I could shovel any old
bit of food down my throat and let my metabolism do its thing. It seems my body
is taking more of a hard-line approach and most likely my GI tract adopting the
attitude of “fuck it. I am not a landfill. Get some self respect you filthy
pig.”
This means I now have to watch what I eat and get some
exercise and generally be healthy (yuck). I started off by swapping my standard
breakfast fare of Reese’s Puffs and Hersey’s chocolate syrup with a splash of
whole milk to some disgusting almond flak cardboard like cereal with that swill
they call reduced fat milk. No dear reader, these extreme measures don’t stop
at breakfast.
Lunch consists of some cold cuts with lettuce, which for those of
you who don’t know just tastes like water so it isn’t too bad and some other
calorie deficient veggies on brown bread(wheat apparently). Sweet, delicious,
wholesome mayo was replaced by raspberry vinaigrette. The less said about this
vinaigrette the better. I miss that queasy feeling I would get after swallowing
a whole sandwich drowned in mayo. Post lunch I am filled with misery, pining
for my ephemeral youth in hopes of recapturing my former glories.
By dinner time I am so emotionally wasted from toiling with
that vinaigrette that if I have any vestige of an appetite left I order some
pizza. But that is very rare. Really. I swear.