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I drank way too much last night, consequently this isn’t going to be the most fantastic blog entry – gotta love hangovers.. Last night started with a trip to Old Navy to get an outfit to wear out to the bar. I found a pretty awesome purple sweater and a green shirt to wear underneath it – needless to say, I think I looked fantastic. I figured it was an excellent way to reward myself for losing 45 pounds. After what seemed like the longest week ever of sitting at 226 pounds, I hit 220 yesterday. This morning, I weighed in at 219.6 pounds – I finally broke 220 pounds. You can imagine how excited I was as I staggered off the scale this morning, my hangover legs trying to get the best of me. Unfortunately, this means I need to start going to the gym again – I promised Levi and myself that I would start going again when I hit 220. This last 20 pounds is going to be a breeze.

You’re probably wondering why I would settle for a weight of 200 pounds, as that weight is still considered obese by the BMI. My answer to your wondering? I would look disgusting if I even tried to get to a normal weight of 173 pounds, and that it on the upper end of the normal scale! The BMI is an absolutely terrible scale for measuring anything. The people who designed it were stupid, I believe this. The BMI represents an oversimplification of a generalization of the human body. The human body can not be generalized, everyone is different. Your obese can be my normal weight. Ranting aside, I am happy to finally be back to a weight that I am happy with.

Now, back to my story of last night. After a big dinner, chicken bowls from our favorite teriyaki restaurant, and the trip to Old Navy Levi and I met up with some friends outside of Silverstone. (Silverstone is a gay bar in downtown Tacoma, Washington.) They had done a bit of “prefunc”-ing apparently, because when we met up with them they were pretty gone already. I suppose that was a smart thing to do, as Levi and I spent $60 last night on drinks and entrance fees.

After what was apparently 4 or 5 drinks we headed out to Jazzbones – and after that, the rest is a blur. I remember parking at a taco bell, and being really excited about their signage for their XXL burrito. I also remember going in, sitting down, and then leaving because Levi was getting tired. There were a lot more people there, and it wasn’t really a place that I can see myself returning to. I liked the slower pace of Silverstone a bit more.

When we got home, Levi put me to bed where I encountered what can only be described as the worst case of the spins ever. As soon as I hit the bed, I knew I would be getting back out of it soon. I am unsure how long I lasted in bed before I asked Levi to help me to the bathroom, and then proceeded to puke on him on the way there. (I am sure next time he will cut me off sooner, and if I am about to puke he will probably walk behind me next time.) After that, I spent the next few hours on the couch with a bucket.

I woke up this morning to the sun shining through our bedroom window, and I can honestly say that I have never been so disappointed to see blue skies.

Photosensitivity is stupid.

Stephen Battey

Stephen is a 25 year old amateur photographer, blogger, and husband from Tacoma, Washington. He shares a cute ass house with his husband, cat, and two dogs. He generally hates all weather patterns.

Tacoma, WA