At some point, I won’t be fat, this blog will no longer be a thing and I’ll be left to my own devices to fend off the ever-present predator that is a relapse into obesity. This is consistently filed away as a “Future problem” in my head, but it’s something I think about quite often. It’s no secret that this blog has probably saved my life, and that forcing myself to be accountable to you, the internet, has kept me on the relatively straight and narrow. It gives me focus, and determination. What happens when that’s not a thing anymore? What will I be like when I no longer have this blog in the back of my mind at all times? 

We’re about to find out. I’m going to be taking the next week or so off from the Diary, partially as an experiment to see what my life looks like without it, but mainly because Shane is going on vacation, and doesn’t really want to make any of the other pulpsters suffer through my almost illegal disregard of the English language. I don’t even know where people from Indiana go on Vacation -- Practice Mexico? Hoosiers fantasy camp? Regardless, while he’s pulling a Polanski, I’ll be testing myself in the great wilderness that is a fat guy unleashed.

At some point, I won’t be fat, this blog will no longer be a thing and I’ll be left to my own devices to fend off the ever-present predator that is a relapse into obesity. This is consistently filed away as a “Future problem” in my head, but it’s something I think about quite often. It’s no secret that this blog has probably saved my life, and that forcing myself to be accountable to you, the internet, has kept me on the relatively straight and narrow. It gives me focus, and determination. What happens when that’s not a thing anymore? What will I be like when I no longer have this blog in the back of my mind at all times? 

We’re about to find out. I’m going to be taking the next week or so off from the Diary, partially as an experiment to see what my life looks like without it, but mainly because Shane is going on vacation, and doesn’t really want to make any of the other pulpsters suffer through my almost illegal disregard of the English language. I don’t even know where people from Indiana go on Vacation -- Practice Mexico? Hoosier Fantasy camp? Regardless, while he’s pulling a Polanski, I’ll be testing myself in the great wilderness that is a fat guy unleashed.

I’ve got a few goals in mind for when Shane is on walkabout, mainly: Get a scale. and Also: Protein shakes.

I’m thinking protein shakes could solve my breakfast problems, but I need to find one that meshes reasonably well with my diet. I also just need a scale because I’m tired of guessing my weight by “feels.” 

Today's weight: A thousand bunnies hugging me. I’m wearing a really soft sweater.

I’ll be trying to make better use of the Facebook page during this time, which may be cheating to some degree, but fuck it. I also have a Twitter and I’m even starting to use it. So, if your life once again becomes unbearably boring without my presence, you can hit up either of these for some internet methadone.