Scale Wars

My continuing fight with the scale is continuing to continue on a continuing basis.

I weighed myself three times this morning and finally settled on 214.6 poundages.

Since I was feeling particularly wheezy yesterday I decided I had better get on my diuretic. I took it again today and as of right now...approaching ten o'clock...I have been to the bathroom four times. I'll bet I've lost another pound by now.

I received a hand written note from the Butt Doctor yesterday. It was very short and it said, "No candle in porthole."

That didn't make a lot of sense to Susan or I. We didn't think the Butt Doctor even knew if we had a porthole and he really had no business checking out our candles, so we continued to try to decipher.

Using the concept of context, we decided the Doctor wrote, "No cancer in polyp." But we're still not really sure.

Later that Day: I walked when I got home and did the mile in 17:16.8.