Make that four down days. As in food poisoning related downers. As the old joke says that Diarrhea is hereditary since it runs in the jeans - I scored more runs than a good front line batsman would in cricket. So not only did this event cause a major outage in my availability it did open up the possibility of perhaps getting by with much less food. Intake that is. So what is the upside you ask? I ate what I ate and yet lost 10 pounds. In four days. Just not eating. Well I did literally have an apple a day. So three apples later I am hearty on my way to become hale. Food tasted much better once I bit into a piece of Doritos chip and swallowed some Sprite. Too much consumption perhaps numbed my taste buds is all. A break gave it a chance to recharge. Now more than ever would be a good time to ensure that the girth does not become excess baggage as I contemplate the long hikes in the Andes only weeks away. Bein...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!