Pounds

Here's a snippet from our lunchtime conversation.

Somehow over the last two months Craig has shed 10 pounds. Now he isn't exactly a heavy-weight, but I noticed that his angular facial features seemed even more defined. In addition, his butt seems to have evaporated, prompting me to call him a butt-less wonder. He wasn't aware of any weight loss until I ragged on him last night.

"You look like you've lost weight. How much do you weigh?

"I dunno."

"Your belt is fastened at a different notch. Are you sure you haven't lost weight?"

"Nah, my belt has stretched."

"I don't know. You look skinnier to me."

"Alright, alright."

So he weighed himself, and then said:

"Huh. I guess I've lost about ten pounds. When did that happen?"

And all I could think was "how did that happen?"

For most of January and early February we kept a consistent work-out schedule. It wasn't a particularly strenuous routine, but enough to make us feel like we were doing something. And then Grace got sick and Craig went to Chicago, and we gave up on working out. That was nearly a month ago, so I can't figure this out. Did he lose weight working out? Or does it relate to something else? Let me tell you, if he lost weight from working out, I'm going to be seriously peeved. I saw no results from our efforts. Nada. Zilch.

To make myself feel better I made him eat two helpings of lasagna for lunch, and he finished the meal with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Take that, Jack Sprat.