Today I experienced what people who have undergone weight loss surgery, in some online communities, call an NSV - a Non-Scale Victory (well, I also experienced a scale-based victory - today I hit a new low on my weight since at least 2000). I managed to fit back into the leather motorcycling jacket I bought myself after college graduation, to go along with the motorcycle I also bought myself. The motorcycle is long gone, but the jacket has been waiting quietly in my closet ever since I got too fat to fit into it (again, Grad School eating, probably around 1998). I painted the back of it myself, that day in 1994. It has back-to-back capital Bs in a circle, which causes some people to ask me 'Oh, Bill Blass?' ... er, no. They match the credits sequence emblem of Buckaroo Banzai. There is a quote on the back, too, large enough to be read from a following car:
Faster, faster, faster
Until the thrill
of speed
overcomes the fear
of death
...which is actually a quote from
The Long Run, but which Buckaroo totally would have said if asked.
Anyway.
I had told myself when I fit back into that jacket I could start shopping for motorcycles. I may not actually do that, because New York State just coughed, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked me for what (for me) is a really large sum of money in back taxes from 2012, so that will probably have to go on hold especially since I'm also saving to do Outback Overflight II in 2018 probably. But if a cheap bike passes my way, well, hell. I still have my motorcycle license.
Weight: 270.5