Immeasurably More

Right before I left on my most recent trip to the US, I received a letter from British Gas. This letter informed me that it was time to schedule my landlord's annual gas safety inspection. I put the letter in the "to do when I get back" pile and went to Boston for two weeks. I believe it was the day after my return that I received a second letter from British Gas informing me that I had not yet scheduled the gas safety inspection, and it was due to expire on Oct. 6th. Upon calling, I discovered that the earliest appointment I could get was for Oct. 6th - sometime between 12pm and 6pm. Conveniently, I was recovering from a cold and so had a reasonable excuse to work from home and await the coming of the gas man. The land line rang around 11 am and I ignored it; no one calls that line except for British Telecom trying to sell me more phone services. The gas man never showed. The next morning, the landlord's agent called because they had also received a letter from B

Yesterday I went into London to meet up with some friends*. My food intake for the day is as follows: Breakfast: 6 oz yogurt. Lunch: Entire pizza - La Reine on a Romana Crust Coffee: Starbucks Tall mocha with whipped cream Dinner: Fentimans Dandelion & Burdock soda, assorted sausage, fish, pickes, etc ( Chopping Boards ) Snack: Candied peanuts (bought fresh from a street vendor) Snack: Bottle of OJ, and a Pain au Raisins Today, the scale declared me "Healthy". Tomorrow, I'm eating ice cream and chocolate cake. *If no other blog worthy materiral presents itself, I will milk this one day for everything I can.

Dear Reader, I wanted to go down to the Rowing Club tonight. I did. After all, I have paid my full year membership dues which buys me the right to attend club training. But I was too sick. This is an unfortunate set back in my training and weight loss program. You see, competitive rowing favors those with tall, lanky body types, but the powers that be have taken pity on the height challenged rowing wannabes and created a competitive light-weight class for rowing competitions. To qualify, the competitor can weigh no more than 130 lbs. Yesterday's weight? 135.6 My scale has apparently known for some time that my usual 135-140 weight range was unacceptable for my rowing ambitions. It's been telling me for months that I am "overfat". It didn't used to. In my early ownership days, the scale considered me "healthy". But I can only assume that while I am at work, it gossips with the appliances in my kitchen who are giving it an unfavorable report on my