19 stone 0.25.
That's 266.25 pounds for the Americans and 121 kg for the metricians among us. The real headline of which is I'm up a measly stinking lousy half-pound on last week. Normally, that would be nothing worth reporting, but this particular half pound, for the Brits at least, is significant because as you'll see, it changes our 'stone' number...which had such a positive motivating effect last week.
Sigh.
Annnyyhow, on the upside, it means I still get to just about hold the 'stone and a half lost line from last week, and to be honest, I'm really not gonna sweat this small a thing right now. Life has gotten rather hectic of late - it's deadline week in work, plus I'm trying to get back to doing some creative writing, and besides, there's worrying about my folks to be done as well - they had the builders arrive the day after we left them. Their living room now looks like an earthquake has hit it - the floor has been ripped up, bits of the wall have fallen off, a water pipe has burst, and, it turns out, the wall they had hacked off some 25 years ago was improperly disposed of by the builders back in the day - in fact, they just dumped the plaster and rubble into the big hole under the living room floor, where it's been happily moulding pretty much ever since.
Did I mention we're also still waiting for my dad's cat scan results for his breathing issues? Yyyyeah. Mouldy plaster - yummy!
So all in all, to borrow a phrase from the vernacular (hey, it's a lending language, I gather), half a pound can kiss my ass and get the hell in line when it comes to things to worry about right now. For the first time in a while, I have a week with a standard, not whizzing about the place, weekend at the end of it, meaning I get the chance to at least do some proper biking on the weekend...
Sigh...which is just as well because what with deadlines and meetings and whatnot (oh my!), I'm not going to have a chance to do any, either tonight or tomorrow night. To borrow again, though this time from Scarlett O'Hara, I'll think about that tomorrow. Except I probably won't have time. Thursday. Yes, I'll think about that Thursday.
Oh one other little upside to the day. A little while ago, I was contacted by someone who had read this blog and really rather liked it. She was part of a comedy collective in the States and they have a website. Would I like to join and submit stuff, she said. Sure, said I, though I haven't for far too long (see earlier note about the current pace of my life). Anyhow, submitted my first piece to them recently, and went into work today to a message that my debut piece had become the 'most read piece on day of posting' in the history of the site or somesuch. Yeah, beeeatches, it's all about me!
If you want to read more of my stuff that doesn't revolve around calorific fixation, you'll be able to find it from time to time at http://werenotfunny.wordpress.com/ - and my first posting, dating back to the trip back from the States, is here.
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