Death at 30
Rohit Khare (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Mon, 11 Aug 1997 22:14:36 -0400
I've always said it's downhill from thirty... Today I weighed in at 278 and
change. Which is a full thirty pounds under where I was exactly ten weeks
ago. I've also realized what's tipping the scales. I've learned to hate
what I live in. I've spent a long, long time accepting what I weighed as a
visible, sullen sign of fuck-the-world. I always predicted the day I
started caring would be a sea change in my whole life. Well, maybe not.
Maybe it is. It definitely will get worse before it gets better. I'm
getting greedy, I suppose: I got a little progress, I want a lot (which,
ironically, is how I ended up in this situation to begin with).
On the other hand, the math is working. 3,600 calories per pound of fat,
1,000 calorie workouts every day, two lbs/week and bonus points for basal
metabolic rate increases and elimination of McDonald's.
I love me, I hate my body, I love my friends, I hate myself. Repeat.
Now, why won't love find me?
Maybe it has...
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