Today (lacking anything much better to do) we were sharing stories of sickness. Those times when you would give almost anything to feel better. Someone recounted the story of how they went to Hong Kong for three weeks, returned, and ate the hamburger casserole that they made before they left! What was simply strange about this story was that he didn’t get sick at all (none of that “Power Yawning”, as the kids call it now). I think he just got lucky, rather than having a strong stomach for these things. Myself, on the other hand, came to the table with the story how I ate a four day old Kaiser bun in 1993 (the next day the others were found to be cultivating colonies of a hairy, mould-like substnace). The ensuing trip to the hospital (go home – you just have to “ride it out”) and the week of delerium spent in bed (too bad I was’t writing then – I could have come up with even weirder stuff) is a pretty good tale of woe. Suffice to say that the 25 pounds that I lost in one week (from 150 to 125 in a week) brought new meaning to the word skinny. 6 feet tall and 125 is not a pretty sight from anyones perspective. What was probably more aweful than having been sick was the interest from several girls who made annoyances of themselves trying to determine how I had lost so much weight in so little time (their only interest). Already what I would consider thin, they wanted to know how they could lose weight like that. “I was sick”, I’d say. Who were you around? “Food poisoning, likely”, I’d day. What did you eat? Where did you eat it? What else did you eat? Did you eat during your week away? I made the pointless attempt at pointing out that 1) Why do you want to lose weight anyway, looking the way you do already? and 2) There are MUCH better ways than the inadvertant manner in which I did it. I’d rather be “Power Yawning” than considering the socail ramifications of questions like these. Already skinny girls eager to get violently ill for a week in order to lose weight scare me, regardless of whatever pressures they may realize or imagine.
Why am I telling you this? – because I have been putting all of my efforts to do with the internet and this page into its redesign, rather than coming up with compelling new content for it. I don’t think that continuing tales of “Power Yawning” should probably satisfy anyones category of compelling, so I will spare you the details.