Remember how I had to rearrange my exercise schedule because the sun had audacity the start setting early without consulting me first and I didn’t want to be on the trail at night? Well, two nights ago some guy was waving a gun around a tanning salon in a shopping complex visible from my trail route. What can we learn from this, children? It’s not paranoia if they’re really trying to kill you. Also, tanning can be potentially deadly in ways having nothing to do with skin cancer. Now, to call my brother about that pepper spray.
I’m going to be out of town this weekend visiting my other brother in Boston who doesn’t own pepper spray, so there will be no updates until next week. I know you’re devastated, but please don’t go on any eating binges in the midst of your grief. This also means there will be no weigh-in on Saturday since I won’t have access to my scale. I suppose I could bring it with me, but the baggage screeners would probably just think it was a bomb and detonate it.
I probably should have thought about this before I started weighing myself every day this week since it’s going to leave a huge gap in my data. Oh, well! It’s probably for the best since I intend to sample the local cuisine. While I don’t intend on going to any tea parties or entering any Boston crème pie eating contests, I’m not going to deny myself if I see something that I want to eat that I can only get there. It’s part of the whole “lifestyle, not a diet” philosophy. It’s okay to indulge from time-to-time as long as you realize you’ll have to run a couple extra miles to pay for those extra calories. My AAA guidebook says the Charles River is very popular among joggers. I can sample the local fitness freaks as well as the cuisine.
That last paragraph sounds like a long justification, but it’s true. Eating healthy doesn’t mean you never get to eat cake again. A world without cake is not a world worth living in. Also, I don’t have a deadline I’m seriously trying to meet as far as weight loss goes. It’d be nice to hit goal by my brother’s wedding, but if not, whatevah. It’s certainly good to have a goal so one doesn’t become complacent, but my weight loss is a cross-country trip, not a race across town. You’ve got to stop and check out the world’ largest ball of twine and the giant dinosaur statue on the way. Who wants to stay cooped up in the car the whole time?