Monday, July 16

Wonderin' How I'll Get Down the Stairs

One of my freelancers came by my office one day to chat, and half an hour later I got a phone call:

"Did I leave my wallet on your desk?"

Hmmm. Nope. It wasn't there. "I don't see it anywhere. You must have taken it with you." The phone went quiet.

"The empirical evidence," he said, "would suggest the contrary."

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These weight plateaus are just so darned discouraging. And so illogical. Eating pretty much the same number of calories every day, doing roughly the same volume of exercise. Weighing myself at roughly the same time. Drinking nearly identical quantities of water. And some days I'll drop three pounds; other days I'll gain a half a pound or more.

There must be other factors at work. Weight fairies? Fat demons? Leaden tumors growing under my kneecaps? Scales with an attitude?

No, says the logical mind. It's simply calories in, calories out.

But the empirical evidence -- I must admit -- suggests the contrary.

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Food to the left of me, workouts to the right, but here I am, Stuck in the Middle with