(no subject)

Spent more time out tonight than I meant to. Got drunker than intended, had to sober up some. Ate an 860 calorie burrito, which puts me at around 2100 for the day. Too high! No more burritos, you fat cow. Ironically I weigh in tonight. No, I haven't done it yet... I'll do it in about two hours since I try to do it at the same time each night.

The roommate is gone, his bedroom door is wide open, and the mailbox was left open. I wonder if he left in a hurry for some reason. The couch-surfer's stuff is out in the living room again, curious. Perhaps they had a spat?

hm.

Weigh-in - 2 weeks.

I lost another four pounds this week. That's nine pounds in two weeks.

My faux crocks are falling off my feet and my pajamas don't fit. I'm noticing I'm thinner in the ankles, neck, face, and chest. I can see my real arms under their drapery of fat. I stood in front of the mirror last night with my arms out and looked and looked until I could edit out the flab hanging from my arms and just see my real arms, what they might look like when they're thin.

Go to the grocery store and gather nine pounds of hamburger up and look at it. That's a lot of me that's been burned up!