a weighty issue indeed

In the long line of highly inconsequential personal experiments, such as ridiculous facial hair growing (ongoing, new variation is the simple but still hard to follow-through upon 'no shaving at all') and longtime peeing (PB of 2 minute 6 seconds), a small success was booked yesterday.

I wanted to reach 85 kilos this winter, the heaviest i'd ever been. My previous best was 82, but that was before freediving, and took a lot of tedious going to the gym and drinking horrible shakes afterwards. This time i wanted to do it through lots of eating -a novel idea. Since i'm built like a nail and have the metabolism of a nuclear powerplant, it's hard for me to gain weight, but with dedication and perserverance, not to mention beer and icecream, i managed to get over 80 again, after being 76 by the end of freediving season.

Got stuck at 83 for a while, but then my friend Stephanie visited me for a great 10 days and she cooked for me, good good big big meals, some of which consisted of about 50% butter, and yesterday, the day before she left, i went to my work's digital scale, prayed to the god of lard, and got on:



Obviously, i cheated. Since it's at work i can't really strip before getting on the scale, but not only am i fully dressed and accessorized (phone, wallet, 2 sets of keys etc), i also purpously weigh myself before going to the bathroom, and yesterday, i drank a lot extra before getting on.

Still, i think i'm heavier than i ever been, and poetically enough, i feel lighter. I'm in a pretty good mood lately. Also feeling big, in a reassuring way. Feels nice to have more bulk -even if it's probably mostly gut-bulk. There's an edge to being lean and in competition shape that i don't miss at all. So i might go for 90 now. Damnit, that would involve cooking. And some truely heavy beard growing.