Home again home again... you know the rest

[kjpepper]

I seem to have left thirteenish pounds back in the city; I left weighing 198, and came back weighting 185. O_O Must have been all the hoofing it up and down and around the labyrinth that comprises the four 42nd Street stations between 8th, 7th and Broadway that I swear I had to pass through no less than six times in the past week. Except for the passageway between the 8th avenue lines and the 7th avenue lines, I kinda hate that place, it's hot, there are multitudinous stairs and platforms to be navigated, creepy men trying to get you to buy Chick tracts with a side of Jesus, and you really can't convince me there isn't a minataur lurking at the end of the 7 platform somewhere. I mean it's not like anyone actually notices when the odd tourist trying to get to Shea Stadium disappears, right?

But back to me, one unexpected benefit of all that running around - my feet look normal again. like, I can see the bones in my left ankle again. I haven't been able to do that in months. I've been quite enjoying staring at my feet the past couple of days, marvelling that they don't look like puffy loaves of flesh with toes anymore. Note to self - get the fuck out of the house and walk places more.

While I'm writing notes to myself, Self? Next time you're in the city, buy one of those week long metrocards. I swear most of my trip expenses were coffee and train fare.

So yeah... back in my tower, a little shellshocked from the travelling and still very cranky in the digestion (eating and digesting shouldn't hurt. Ow.) but in one piece. Tonight shall be spent farting around online and wasting my brain... tomorrow... who knows?

Oh yeah... I should probably go back and tag all the entries from the past week.... should being the operative word... :P

Comments

[11th-letter.livejournal.com]

Shit. If I fasted for a week I wouldn't lose 13 pounds...

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

It was probably ALL water. I've noticed I seem to be a bit of a camel in the retention department.

[nekosensei.livejournal.com]

My husband lost a ton of weight when he lived in Tokyo for two months. He spent a lot of time walking. Also, I think he was stressed out because he missed me and his friends while he was there. When he gets stressed out, he tends to skip meals.

And while we're on the subject of weight, it's that week and I'm craving chocolate like MAD. My hormones do strange things in the summer.

[harinezumi.livejournal.com]

Japan does that to people. Everyone I know who went there to work/study and was at all overweight ended up losing some very noticeable bulk by the time they got back.

My theory is the fact that they have reasonably sized portions, no free refills on soda, and no HFCS. A mass transit infrastructure that makes even Moscow's pale in comparison doesn't hurt either.