Holy unexpected weight loss, Batman!

Well, I'm not sure that going to La Parilla Suiza and pigging out on chips, salsa, and fajitas is really the answer...but that's what I just got through with doing. I ate so much that my stomach hurts...and is growling in really weird ways at me. We'll leave it at that, so I don't go into any ugly details that might scare my more delicate readers.

Today, overall, has been my total pig-out day. Earlier today John and I went to Gandhi Indian buffet and (you guessed it) pigged out. I went back for seconds when I really shouldn't have even had such a large first plate.

So why, you may rightfully ask, do I feel obliged to over-eat in such a totally unnecessary way? Because the other morning I hopped my happy ass on the scale in the bathroom and it told me in very uncertain terms that I-without the assistance of a towel or any clothes-weighed 185 lbs. Which isn't so bad until you consider that just a few months ago I weighed 205.

While most people would be thrilled at losing twenty pounds randomly, I'm one of those silly meat-head weightlifter guys who prefers to tip the scales with my, like, pumped-up-ness. But I guess that doing a fairly physical job out in the 100+ heat every day, coupled with not eating like I ought to lately (because, frankly, who has a mega-appetite in the sweltering heat?) can lead to...uh...shrinkage.

Oh well, at least my pants fit a little better at the moment...