Well, Let's Hope We've Seen the End of That

The scale graciously cooperated with me today and read my lowest to date, 219 pounds. Bahaha, I accidently typed "119 pounds" there at first. Let's hope that particular milestone is not out of reach in the not too terribly distant future!

I wholeheartedly invite such phrases as "She weighs less than 120 pounds soaking wet," and "wow, that surgery worked well for her, but I'm afraid she's gotten a little too thin." Please make a note of it! Although I will certainly remind everyone in the future. Heck, I'll probably walk around holding cue cards.

Ok. What's changed? I am back to basics on my eating. Hunk o' salmon for dinner and lunch today, hard boiled eggs, cooking up some tilapia for dinner. I do not like tilapia, but I like almost all fish, so I am trying to force the issue. I think talapia is a made up fish. Did you hear about it when you were growing up?? I did not. It did not exist, in my humble opinion. And my family was big fish eaters, so I oughta know. Also, years ago I saw some Discovery channel type show about farmed tilapia. They basically started farming it because they needed some yucky bottom feeder fish to eat the bottom of the tank that was dirtied by some other fish they were farming. Fake, garbage-eater fish conjured up in a lab, I think.

Hmm, dinner is not sounding so appetizing right about now. But tilapia is cheap and readily available. I bought some coconut-type encrusted stuff at the seafood counter. And as I'm typing this, I remember that I just agreed to go for a long walk in the sun with a friend right after work. Sushi for dinner was mentioned. I probably won't eat my tilapia, after all. No problem, it's gross anyway.

And you shouldn't eat farmed fish, by the way. But tilapia doesn't grow in the wild, because it's fake fish.