Weighing in (v2)
The Shakespearean version
I’m playing with ChatGPT in a variety of ways. Here’s my post from yesterday rewritten in Shakespearean style
Verily, the act of controlled eating whilst on my sojourns hath proven a most formidable struggle. Yon carbs, sugars, and the very abundance of victuals doth increase, like an insidious foe. My slumber, once my solace, now beckons cravings, and my eating patterns shift to align with the comestibles at hand.
In the course of my recent peregrination to the land of India in September and October of 2022, I didst, in but a mere six weeks, accumulate six kgs, a most lamentable gain. Food, it seems, I do inhale at the mere sight, even ere partaking. And the year past hath seen me wrestle in vain to shed this excess poundage, with no respite in this new year.
With steadfast resolve, I endeavored to partake in a measured repast, but alas, from the annals of my food records, I know this aspiration was seldom met, save for a few fleeting days during my three-week sojourn. The scale of weighing is an unforgiving arbiter, and upon my return, it revealed that an additional 2 kgs had joined my frame during those three weeks abroad. Verily, the scale's verdict is irrefutable.
This, despite my endeavor to traverse over 150 kilometers and undertake 200,000 steps of perambulation in those three weeks. In the past annum, I have added twenty pounds to my mass, a grievous weight upon my frame. Such knowledge is not lost upon me; it is a testament to the Herculean task of self-control and discipline, a task rendered more herculean by the presence of diabetes, a languid metabolism, ADHD's capricious influence, and the specter of heart disease.
The addition of 4 pounds in three weeks equates to an intake of 14,000 calories over 21 days, a surplus of 666 calories beyond my daily requirement during my travels. My food records for that span expose a grievous shortfall, with 5,000 excess calories unaccounted for, revealing gross negligence in recording.
From the annals of my weekly weight records, I discern that my current mass, at 88 kgs, is a realm I last trod on my descent on a Sunday, October 21, 2018, a full five years past. Now, once more, I stand upon this precipice.
It is a return to the drawing board, a prolonged season of reduced nourishment and augmented toil, day by day. A span of six to twelve months lies ahead to restore me to the weight I bore one annum hence. The trick lies in the commencement, once more
Musings #727 over 999 days - Tuesday, 17 October 2023, write rate 72.78% (⬆)