None tomorrow, either.
It’s hard to tell how much additional site traffic I’m getting this week, or whether or not I should be addressing hypothetical New York Times readers who by now will have concluded this is a weight loss site where I don’t actually lose much weight. For most of the summer I haven’t been trying; I haven’t been active but then again, I’ve been a different kind of passive.
It keeps occurring to me that maybe I can go through life and just not get fat, and by that I mean I’ve somehow stopped believing that my body is tugged along by some kind of destiny toward or back, or that the distance between two points in one’s life is always charted as an angle: that there’s a hill to knock yourself out on; that your next movement will take you up or down. For months I’ve been off the radar and I keep checking to see if I’m lost but I’m not.
So I don’t know if this will be an inspiration to anyone. If you’re a new Pound reader, you are hereby warned: you’re taking fitness advice from someone whose favorite athlete is Amelia Earhart at the moment.
And if you’d rather think of this site (well, this front page, really) as just a regular old blog, I guess that’s fine, too.
That said, here’s stuff that’s been making me happy lately: finding out that my friend Dana’s site has been up for four years now; listening to inappropriate songs by the band Gravy Train!!!!; reading about even more inappropriate Thai karaoke lyrics, and going to my friend Jeff’s site and flipping the style switcher to the “1997” setting.
Happy Wednesday, people.