Tales of Hollywood 9: In-N-Out, Fatburger, and McDonald’s

I did it. Hit the scale at 300. Yes! Should I be ashamed? Should I celebrate? Order two Domino’s? A chocolate cake from Sweet Lady Jane on Melrose? I don’t have a weighing machine in my bathroom (Why do I sometimes call it a weighing machine instead of a scale? I seem to recall “weighing machine” being the nomenclature my Ukrainian-born swim coach used when I was in high school), but I weighed myself in Papa’s quarters. He’s always a trim 150ish, despite being a chef. When I was swimming in college, my competition weight was 182. Later, my stated actor weight at the age of 25 was 175 as I’d lost some muscle mass despite jogging every morning. <a href="https://medium.com/illumination/tales-of-hollywood-9-in-n-out-fatburger-and-mcdonalds-21d7fd306437">Visit Now</a>