#fat brain

[darkwizardtheorist]

Photo 1: March 2017, 290-ish pounds.

Photo 2: The belt from the first photo, worn last week.

Photo 3: Dressed for work this morning, 196 pounds.

I wish I’d kept a pair of the khakis for comparison. 

[capnmariam]

I am not a fan of breaded cutlets as they are often a conveyance for secret pork products. (Even when they're supposed to be veal based.) That said, I love a McDowell's level simulacrum with points of improvement so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

[kiramartinauthor]

I like salads as long as they're 50% croutons

[capnmariam]

There’s this default face that my physiognomy still contorts into (esp. in pictures) that is basically openly thinking “...am I getting away with this?”  

Anyhow, there I was, decades later, idly looking at pictures that had come up the other day when the realization came that in this specific case that was not just the default face [nor is it signs of a firestarter, stand down]: that mischievous ME’s clearly smuggling something under the shirt under that dress!   Given the proximity to a pinata, (its lower limb is on the upper left there) and my (retained) childriarchal affection for candy, I’m guessing it’s a bag of candy.  It could be a book; that was a pretty common sort of occurrence in that era/place (Mexico at a time where inter-cousin conversation was fickle), but still thinking--contextually?--Balance of probabilities says contraband chicle or better.

[digital-meat]

People would rather get Frankensteined and circumcised by a gangster computer god than let a guy who knows eggs are healthy run the FDA

[capnmariam]

R: Does soup *know* you love him? L: Shut up. It’s not a secret. I'unno. R: I'ma delete that and queue this for later, because it’s kinda hilarious to me but I wanna give you time to forget that you got weird and honest before napping. L: Bicamarmel. Remind me to get thermometer batteries. R: It’s cheaper to get a new thermometer. L: You’re the boss.

[capnmariam]

At times, one has weird persistent thoughts that just have to be rendered out, like less tasty fats.

[capnmariam]

The effects of late evening breakfast are such that I have seen a lot more of this hour than is usually normal. It's not all bad. I occasionally suddenly am thrown back to freshman year of college when I averaged 2.5 hours of sleep a night as I didn't want to miss anything and yet had a full enough courseload that everything had to get done. There are no truck based poor man's pizza* sandwiches here, though. Which is pretty good, given surely that Hot Truck was not the best thing for a young ME's health. (*I was actually a wet garlic with cheese person. I just now had a fantasy about a GD sandwich.)