Don’t get alarmed, but there is a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull. You’re in no danger, as the problem seems localized in my bathroom, around the scale. You see, I got on the scale this morning and it registered the same weight I was yesterday. Now, being that I stuck to my healthy eating choices and kept my calories tracked to my goal, and the batteries are new”ish” in the scale, one can only come to the conclusion that there is a problem with gravity. Simple deduction, really. To quote Mr. Spock, “When you remove all probabilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
I hate these days. I get discouraged. Unfortunately, I have a very short well of motivation. I need short-term goals, and I need to see results. I know that I should not get on the scale every day, but I have to. When the number goes down, I have a better chance of sticking to my healthy lifestyle. It is funny, though, that one day of no results can get me down following a week of success. I guess that just goes to prove the brain is addicted. My brain is looking for any excuse to get me to shove down some tasty goodness, in the form of pizza, into my extra-large stomach.
Luckily, I stuck to my plan and will treat myself to Bonefish Grill tonight. Two 3-4 oz grilled lobster tails (no butter), and some grilled broccolini equals about 200 calories. Now, that’s what I call a reward for good behaviour. All I have to do is get them to not serve me that bread that I want so much. Always a battle, even in victory.
Now, what’s NASA’s number to get them to look into this gravity issue I am having?