The new year’s eve now being comfortably at a distance, I may once again contemplate self-change without rolling my eyes at myself. Being the big fat bastard that I am, I think I should diminish myself in the eyes of others, and lose, say, ten-fifteen kilos. The precise method will not be well-defined here, beyond being some variant of the One True Way: Lay off the chocolate and get some exercise, you big bag of blubber. I think I’ll give the low-carb thing a whiff, it having meat. The following days are exempt from snotty posh diet: 13th, 16th, 17th, 20th, and 21st of May, as well as the Tom Waits race, and beer is permitted Fridays and Thursdays, provided consumption is less than normal. Current mass: 98 kg. Plots may be available, or then again maybe not.
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