Saturday, February 25, 2006
Manfred Korfmann war heute nachmittag ignoriert. Ich habe mein Zimmer geputzt. Es war sehr schmutzig.
I woke up later than I had intended and played on Dieter for only about fifteen minutes (just enough to sweat a bit). Then I spent the next three or four hours cleaning the room, writing mail, and organizing schoolwork.
Over the past week I managed to lose four or five pounds, having abstained sucessfully from any soda pop and candy bars. For dinner this evening I consumed chili-and-cheese fries I probably could have lived through the night without, but I could probably burn most of that off, if I stock the Coke vault. That usually requires a significant amount of bending and lifting, for an hour or more, depending upon how well I do the job.
If I am a good little egg, I should knock myself down to one hundred forty-eight pounds of Lauree-goodness by next Sunday, which would set me to the level at which I left high school. If I get that far, I should, theoretically, be motivated enough to lose more weight. If I lose fifteen more pounds by my birthday, I shall feel confident enough to shave my head again. Das wurde wunderbar sein. Maintaining my hair's cleanliness requires too much exertion.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:41 PM]