I'm down a pound or two this week. I'm not specific, because it's kind of hard to put a number on it, since my weight fluctuates a little. But down is down, and that's a win.
Rough weekend, though, so I'm having some Thin Mints. True story--a Girl Scout came to my door three weeks ago and tried to sell me some cookies. I said, "No, I can't. I'm too fat." As I shut the door, I saw the look on her mom's face--mystification. My wife was similarly stunned.
A week later I was at the grocery store and some Girl Scouts were set up on a table. I caved. I felt bad for the first one, and I thought buying these would atone. The Thin Mints have been in my trunk for a week. But I'm having a weak moment, so I'm eating some. I'm not even worried about it, really. I've been going to the gym regularly (4 times this week!), and this doesn't feel like the wheels are coming off.
Other than that, not much. I'm in that stage where watching what I eat all the time--being relentless--feels like a burden. I'm not starving or anything. It's just that keeping track of everything takes some discipline. I can't do it the rest of my life. But I can do it today, and I can do it tomorrow. With luck, I can do it for about 60 or 70 pounds more. Then I'll see where I am.