I didn't weigh myself over the weekend.
One of the first things I usually do on
a Saturday morning, right before I go on my long, meandering run, is
to weigh myself. I do so at the same time every week; that way, I
get a pretty good idea if I’ve been a bad boy the previous week, a
good boy the previous week, or, as is usually the case, an average
boy the previous week.
But I don’t weigh myself this past
Saturday, and I believe you could guess the reason why—German
chocolate, lots of bottles of German Dr. Pepper (the kind with sugar,
and the kind that tastes like Dr. Pepper used to taste when I was a
kid), and several very yummy German dinners, including one that was
basically three hunks of pork, served along with potatoes that were
covered in cheese and baked in some kind of really heavy cream sauce.
The Germans do several things quite
well. Raising your cholesterol level is one of them.
After our first two trips to Europe
both Loraine and I weighed ourselves the weekend we returned, and
after being shocked out of our minds, vowed ever since to wait a week
before measuring our weight again. Sure, a week really wouldn’t
seem to make that much of a difference, but you’d be surprised at
how much 10 days of healthy eating and exercising can lessen the
shock of stepping on the scale the first time after returning. Sure,
it may be cheating a little, but it’s cheating in a good way.
Kind of like some schools do in college
football.
If I had to guess, I’ve venture to
say I gained two pounds while I was over there this year. I don’t
base that guess on anything scientific, other than the fact that I
“feel” two pounds heavier. As far as I know, I could step on the
scale tomorrow, and find out I haven’t gained anything at all, or I
could step on the scale tomorrow, and find that I shot up five
pounds. The possibility of it going up five pounds is the reason why
I didn't weigh myself this past weekend, but if I had to guess, I’d
guess two pounds.
We’ll see if I was anywhere in the
neighborhood when I step on the scale five days from today. If I’m
back to what passes for normal, we’ll know my guess was fairly
accurate. If I step on the scale five days from today and see I’m
still three or four pounds over what I was before we left, we’ll
know that my guess was wrong, that I saved my system a shock by
waiting a week to weigh myself, and that I probably shouldn’t eat
too many dinners at restaurants in Germany any time soon.
I'll just have to make sure I don't go
back there in the next couple of months.
8-)
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