Despite the half a plate of heart attack fries consumed this weekend, (plus the nachos, IC Lights, shots, Jameson, chicken tenders, chicken drumettes, kettle chips topped with fresh herbs and cheese, artichoke bites, ribs and Suffering Bastards), after hovering around 112 for nearly two months, I finally reached my 105-112 college weight goal. If I ever make it to 108, I’ll let you know.
Maybe the trick all this time was to eat like I was still in college? Probably not, but I’m not going to complain.
(Of course there is a price for one’s vanity. Note what looks to be someone’s hair stuck to my foot. Let’s go ahead and pretend that’s a strand of the Spaniel’s fur for all of our sakes.)
