Spanky and Our Gang
Sunday is my new favorite day. “No duh,” you say? Along with Saturday, it’s probably a given. Friday was my third fave when I was working for the man. Now that I’m retired from having to report daily from 8 A.M. until my work was completed, everyday could be considered part of a weekend for me. So why now is Sunday different again?
Allow me to humble-brag about losing 15 pounds—a little over 1 stone; or almost 7 kilograms—since starting this radical weight-loss program, now 56 days into it. That’s roughly a 2-lb per-week shed, with 5 more to go before my pigging out as a grand reward for obtaining my goal.
As with classical conditioning and Pavlov’s dogs, a treat for acknowledging a certain desirable behavior or condition, considered by Rover as “well done, my boy,” applauds a subject and prompts them to behave in such a prudent fashion henceforth. A weekly gratuity for sticking on my mundane regimen allows me to eat something wantonly fattening, treating myself to something entirely different on Sundays, on which day I wake up while salivating.
It may not sound like a big deal to you, but a breakfast of bacon, eggs, home fried potatoes, whole-wheat toast and strawberry preserves to me after a week of virtually fasting is a symphonic aria sung by yours truly while cooking it all, bellowing in the key of “C,” presumably, much to my neighbors’ chagrin. Why, that bodacious meal inspired me to make this noteworthy journal entry.
For lunch I’ll have a famous Nathan’s Hot Dog, purchased at a convenience store on the way to a lazin’ spot later. Tonight it’s going to be a platter of mussels floating in a garlic-and-butter sauce, topped off with a chef’s salad and a bottle or two of Samuel Adams Boston Ale.
For the brave and naturally inquisitive, an update of our foregoing science project in the refrigerator:
The orb has taken on the texture of a softball, although quite a bit harder than its original state. The grapefruit has shrunk considerably as well. I’m wondering if it would be edible still. Would you like some?