I’ve found my oral surgeon’s assurance, “You’re going to lose some weight” replaying over and over in my head over the last couple of days. I’m not exactly sure why. I wasn’t particularly disturbed by the idea of losing a few pounds. It may well have just been his level of confidence in his prediction that made it stuck with me like this. It also reminds of the nurse last week saying that I’m “already such a little guy” (which did bother me). By now I’ve come to see these remarks as the basis for a challenge to avoid losing weight while I’m wired. I haven’t weighed myself since two weeks before the accident, but I’ll aim for the most recent measurement I have: 155 pounds. As a rule, I’ll try to refrain from doing anything particularly stupid, like consuming to the point of feeling sick or drinking vegetable oil from a cup.
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April 26, 2009
[…] doesn’t suggest that I’ve lost any weight yet, so I’m on track to succeed in my challenge. I’m not going to hang a “Mission Accomplished” banner just yet, but it’s a […]
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April 29, 2009
[…] by a university gym early this afternoon to weigh myself and see whether I had succeeded in my challenge. My weight was 152 pounds after emptying my pockets. This represents a loss of three pounds from my […]
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