fluctuations

It is now Day Five of my Taubesian regime. I'd say I've been faithful to the low-carbs rule, ingesting not more than 30 grams of carbs per day. My brother Sean wrote to ask whether I had lost weight, optimistically remarking that I should have by now. I told Sean I had indeed lost a few pounds (about four or five), but that this fluctuation wasn't significant because I can easily vary plus or minus five pounds in a single day. It all comes down to how much I drink, you see; I love to guzzle, and since I'm never far from a bathroom, I also love to whiz. My weight thus far:

Thursday, January 31: 301 pounds.
Friday, February 1: No weight recorded.
Saturday, February 2: 296 pounds.
Sunday evening, February 3: 302 pounds.
Monday morning, February 4: 297 pounds... but 295.5 pounds after second poop.

Could you make an interpretable graph out of that? The Sunday evening weigh-in was just out of curiosity: I had finished my large meal, and had gulped down several cups of fluid-- two cups of tisane and perhaps three cups of water-- so I was curious as to how much I had gained. Six pounds! Each of those cups holds at least 16 ounces of liquid, so I was gaining a pound per cup drunk. Of course, later in the evening, I was pissing like a racehorse, and I imagine I metabolized a good bit of food while I slept, so this morning I woke to another five-pound loss, all within a twelve-hour space of time. Incroyable.

This proves the wisdom of not weighing oneself daily. You can't trust daily fluctuations; you need to go by longer-term trends. So Be It Resolved that every Monday morning, after the ritual intestine-voiding constitutional and the requisite ablutions, there shall be an official weigh-in. I will also post other stats in the same blog entry-- stats about exercise, for example.

I'll let you know when the lower end of my fluctuations reaches 290. That will be significant.


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