Kilos. Of the good stuff.
Here’s the deal:
People have been telling me I’m on the thin side, lately. Skinny. You could use a few pounds. Man, you’re thin.
Well, I don’t feel “skinny”, per se. I mean, I fit well into my jeans. I look pretty good with all the working out I do. 
) I ain’t no Charles Atlas, but I can rip crunch reps without raising my heart rate much. But skinny?
One of my private students has a bathroom scale. So I thought, Why not? I hadn’t weighed myself in over a year.
With my clothes on, but without shoes, I weighed in at 74.4 kilos. That’s 164 lbs. I haven’t been 164 lbs since the eight grade. No wonder a lot of my clothes can fall down from my hips without a belt to cinch ‘em.
But here’s the thing: I eat well, don’t pig out; I drink wine & beer but not like a fish; I snack and munch chocolate and even have a slice of pizza a few times a week. So where’re all the calories going? I guess I can answer this:
I work out 4-5 times per week, about 45 mins, lots of pushes & crunches and cardio-rich leg work. And I walk a lot, going from class to class each day. Sometimes I’m on 13 different trams, buses and subway cars; and I need to walk to each of those, using many stairs, 3-story tall escalators (which I walk up & down, never standing there like a fucking invalid), and practically march through town.
So that’s my diet & excercise program. I don’t think I’ll be buying any diet books the rest of my life.
But … Skinny!?? 
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