A better graph

I have much more control over my graphing than my eating. For instance:

Vile, disgusting sins

Truffle cheese.

4 and a half year old gouda.

Boar ribs, woven together in tall, tall display of meaty splendor.

Bacon.

I wanted to get naked and rub their delightful oils all over my body but instead I ate them.

Weight this morning: surprisingly enough, 226.0.

Stupid fat me

OK, it's time to get serious. Here's a graph:



The graph shows how goddamn serious I am. Take that, fat.

I am weak

If I never had to work, imagine how thin I'd be!

Yesterday was another work crisis in what seems now to be an utterly predictable flow. I was up until 2am buried in byzantine makefile architecture. It was completely ridiculous. The worst part was this: I drank 3 cokes, ate 3 pieces of pizza and 3 breadsticks. I didn't even bother weighing myself this morning. I feel myself turning into the pimply fat computer geek I've always known I am.

For Christmas, maybe

Pata negra ham contains 25-30% of grease but is a very healthy ham. The composition of the grease is similar to that of olive oil and is dominated by mono-unsaturated fatty acids which have a positive influence on the body. Thanks to this healthy grease this ham melts in your mouth liberating the unique flavour of this ham. Iberian ham is served at room temperature in small slices cut in a specific way.

Jambon.

Though I think little Roberto Heras deserves it more.

A little better

227.8 this morning.

I'm making a pact with myself: I'm only allowed to drive to work once per week (that's one round-trip via car, so if I drive in, ride home, ride in, then drive home, that's my weekly quota). Even if I take the bus, I'll still be forced to at least get on my bike & ride at least a few miles. We'll see how that works.

Another weight-loss possibility is to limit my meals to the worst I can find at the Microsoft cafeteria. The food is so indescribably shitty overall that the nadir is literally unpalatable. The other day I got what was optimistically described as "sweet and sour chicken". I think they'd scrounged through the garbage for thrown-out chicken originally served in some other form, marinated it in ketchup, microwaved it and served it. I don't know why I thought it would be OK but it sure wasn't; I don't often throw away food (which is what got me where I am today) but one bite of that sludge was enough.