Maybe it was just a tad unhealthy. Maybe it was mildly crazy.
With one day to go before the official weigh-in of the weight-loss bet, I was 214 and still had to lose two pounds. There was no way I was going to give away $100. I had already been miserable all week, eating healthy and pretty much avoiding 사설토토, plus running every day. I barely had any energy to run – it’s amazing how different you can feel based on diet. Anyway, on Thursday, I had a grand total of two wheat thins, eight carrots, and a piece of cheese. It was brutal – hungry, no energy, headache. And just a bit delirious – I’m pretty sure I saw god in my dreams – I’m not sure if I was asleep or awake at the time. I might have joined a fight club without my knowing it too. Then on Friday I woke up early and tried to go for a three mile run, but didn’t even make it two miles, walking the rest of the way. I knew I was in trouble when I noticed I wasn’t running in a straight line, more like a drunk trying to walk.
Before I went to work, I stopped by the ATM just in case. Then I went to the convenience store and bought poptarts, a banana, a frappuccino, and a water. I could hardly wait – but I had to. When I got in, I weighed myself. It had to be 212.6 or less. And it was…208.8 – whoa. I had lost five pounds in one day. Maybe I went a little overboard. Oh, those poptarts were sweet – best unhealthy breakfast food ever. And I gorged myself the rest of the day too. I probably gained the five pounds back. It was so nice to have some energy again. Four out of the six of us who entered the bet succeeded, so the winners split up the $200 evenly, $50 apiece. Not bad.
Even though I won, it’s not something I ever plan on doing again. That was way too difficult, and I discovered that I really enjoy carbs. So sorry Dr Atkins, but I’m going to have to officially decline your endorsement offer.
Christmas in Summertime
I’m a big NBA fan. As they say in the commercials, I Love This Game. I know the NBA gets a bad rap sometimes, and granted the finals weren’t all that exciting, but I don’t know what’s not to love about humans doing things that there’s no way I could ever do no matter how hard I tried. When five superhuman athletes are on the court and working together as a team, it’s poetry in motion and nonstop action.
Once the NBA Finals are over, it’s sports depression for me until football season rolls around. I can’t really get into regular season baseball, and golf bores me except for the majors, so I’m left twiddling my thumbs until preseason football.
Except tonight. The NBA Draft. The only must-see viewing event of the year besides the Super Bowl. Christmas in July. Well, almost July. Will any big names like KG or Kobe be traded? Where will Tar Heel Brandon Wright be taken? Where will Chinese big man Yi Somethingorother be taken? Will Rayshawn Terry be drafted? Will the Hawks draft yet another forward who won’t pan out? Who’s going to break out the top hat and cane?
I’m giddy. Can’t wait.
