Hot Enough to Burn Books, Baby!
Right… tell me there’s a Ray Bradbury fan out there who’s looked at the number on the image to the left and gets the joke. Tell me the title isn’t causing massive coronaries on the part of my book-reading friends. Tell me you’ve ready Fahrenheit 451.
Yes? No? If you have, isn’t it good to be in the know? And if you haven’t, well, you’re missing out. It’s a classic work complete with the kind of lesson you don’t find often in modern novels. Go to the library, check it out, and take a couple hours to experience one of the greatest pieces of speculative fiction of the twentieth century. You won’t be disappointed. And on the off chance you are, I offer you a full refund for the cost of this advice. Either way, I promise I’m not about to put together a modern day book burning.
No, the 451 reference, other than being the temperature at which paper burns, is the weight the scale offered me this morning. Sure, it’s only a pound less than last time I posted my weight, but the amazing thing is what happened in the interim. You see, after telling Ms. Awesomesauce I wasn’t going to weigh myself, I ended up flitting over to the local clinic and hopping on the weighticulator. I was flabbergasted, astonished, and even downright disturbed to find my weight at 471 pounds. In other words, during my week off, during the time when food in all its most dangerous and delicious forms was once again free game, I gained a whopping 19 pounds.
Which only makes it more astonishing, and perhaps even mildly confounding, that my weigh in put me squarely at 451 this morning. But you know what? I’m not going to argue. It’s the same scale at the same clinic at the same time on the same day of the week. I don’t know how I managed to fluctuate in the range of twenty pounds (each way!) over the course of the past two weeks, but the scale doesn’t lie, under normal circumstances.
You know what they say: Never look a gift horse in the mouth. If this isn’t a gift horse, I don’t know what is.
Things are progressing nicely. By the time October is over, I’ll have achieve the goal I had hoped I would reach in September. That’s how it goes, of course; better late than never. (Curses, Kent! I almost said “Better Nate than lever”!) My 2009 target weight- 400 pounds – probably won’t be reached in the next two months, especially with Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years Eve, and two birthdays coming up. Still, I expect to drop at least twenty more pounds – and hopefully thirty! – by the time we ring in 2010. Still, I’m a whole lot closer than I was just a few months back, and I’m getting closer every day. The plan is on track for the December 31st, 2011 “final goal” of 225 pounds (or less).
All in all, things are going very well. Clothes are getting loser, skin is getting a little more baggy (I’m told it will tighten up, eventually), and people are noticing the difference. I’m certainly not complaining.
