March 17, 2007 at 1:34 pm
I’ve watched basketball games where one team is ahead for two minutes and then the other team is ahead for two minutes, back and forth, until the winner is ultimately decided by when the buzzer decides to ring. I’m at 187 this morning, but on Tuesday I was at 184. The “success” of my weigh-ins seem to rely on how I’m doing when that Saturday morning buzzer rings, ironically on the first day of the weekend when my alarm clock isn’t buzzing in my ear. So I’m up, but I’m not concerned. I only mention this because I know some of you freak out when I gain, but it’s really not a big deal. So breath deep into a paper bag to stop the hyperventilating.
I was poking my bicep at work this week when it was partially contracted moving my computer mouse and there’s definitely a solid mass there. So either I have an arm tumor or all this weight-lifting is starting to work. Some of you told me to measure my upper arms with the tape measure before starting, but it’s like trying to kiss my elbow. With all the arm flab it’s difficult to get an accurate reading anyway. Until my T-Shirts start bursting off my arms like The Incredible She-Hulk, I’ll trust my instincts on this and assume my muscle mass is increasing.
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