Perihelion

First weigh-in of 2011: 112
Pull dress over head and step on again: 112

My week of fever, fatigue, and body aches where I literally consumed nothing for a day, then water and frozen lemonade cups (100 cal) the next two, didn't change an ounce from the 21st's reading. When I was better this weekend, I ate a prepacked tin of tuna with wheat crackers and Panera's French onion soup (sans provolone and croutons), letting C. waste the gift card from my Christmas stocking on cafe sandwiches I couldn't stomach. Fingers crept over the enlarged glands in my armpits and groin, a dubious calculation as if their swelling impacted the scale. Apparently, nothing fucking affects the scale.

Let's ring in the transformative new year with a bit more positivity. I finished the Year of the Tiger back at but down to the number previously my highest weight ever - a Sumatran instead of a Siberian. I haven't eaten cereal for over two months. My favorite was Cranberry Almond Crunch, the granola/cornflake hybrid too high in calories, sodium, and carbohydrates to masquerade as a healthier alternative. A gift certificate to Me&Goji delayed the inevitable, allowing me  to combine my love of cereal and combining things. Peanut butter has been cut down to the finely melted drizzle over a snack of flaxseed and cinnamon dusted apple slices. Time now to mend before embracing the world with energy and cleverness. Or fornication, trances, and eating babies, Year of the Rabbit Ken Andrews-style.

I'm thinking about taking advantage of membership specials while gyms actually expect to gain new clientele this month, but wouldn't they do more when they don't? When is best to hit up a gym for the maximum discount? I'm poor and public workout averse but looking for regular access to a pool.

Also, RIP Hideko Takamine.



I wanted to find a picture from The Munekata Sisters, but Google Images 

prefers A Woman Ascends the Stairs like everyone else.