Let's make this quick. I have a lot to get off of my chest and very little time.
In addition to finals rapidly approaching - a time of redemption for me - an old problem is nagging again. Problems (plural), rather: alcoholism and weight gain.
I've been asking myself why I can't shed the spare tire rapidly growing around my waist, despite my return to a daily routine of at least 30 minutes per day of cardio. When I was in Kenya, I got down to an anemic and unattractive 155 lbs. That was admittedly too skinny. But last weekend, while cat sitting for a friend with an electronic scale, I stepped on (fully clothed) to see a rather unexpected number: 206.
Tonight I had tacos for dinner and skipped the gym. At the moment (having finished my reading for Environmental Law in the morning), I am enjoying my third beer and the end of the Dancing with the Stars finale. I will soon post pics of my giant belly hanging over some pants that fit only two years ago. That'll keep them coming back for more Spot...