Weight Loss Tips From Robbo The Llama

Want to drop some pounds? Get yourself one of these stomach bugs! After 72 hours of nothing but tea, gatorade and the odd saltine, I clocked in this morning at 151 pounds. My normal weight is up in the 158-160 range. Those of you who have met me know that I'm not all that big to begin with, so nine pounds is a pretty good chunk o' Robbo change.

Of course, I was already a bit low when the bug hit. I've been on travel a goodish bit the past few weeks (and am headed out again next week). I always lose weight on these trips, as 1) I usually only manage one meal a day, 2) I typically sleep terribly, and 3) my already chipmunk-like metabolism gets ramped up an extra notch due to the stress.

Ah, well. The good news this morning is that although the plumbing is still cramping up, the mere thought of food is no longer revolting to me. Past experience says this means that the thing has about run its course. I certainly hope so: the in-laws blow into town tonight and tomorrow we're supposed to go out to din-dins at J. Gilbert's, a local steakhouse. They've got a gimongous Cowboy Ribeye that I always order, and I want to be able to do it justice.

In the meantime, here's a little veterinary humor for Friday. I especially like the coffee theme. Where could I get one of those perkilators grafted on to my head?