Sweet zombie Jesus, tonight is going slowly. It feels like I’ve been in this office for a week, but it’s only been about 5 hours. I don’t understand it; it’s not as if I have any more (or less) work to do this morning. I did a couple call observations, sent some email, went through about 250 new articles that showed up in NetNewsWire, updated my address book, and watched 10 or 12 movie trailers. Heck, I even already had lunch. I guess it’s just one of those things; it’s been a long time since I had a night at work that was this slow, so I’m about due.
Maybe I need to make some friends in the GMT tribe. Have I said that before? Eh, no matter. I wonder if I have any TV show discs in my bag; that might help to pass the time…
I bought a new pair of jeans yesterday. Not too bad; less than 15 bucks, and on tax-free weekend as well, which is a nice bonus. This sort of thing isn’t really that notable, until I point out the fact that for the last 11 years, I’ve been buying progressively larger-sized jeans. This pair is the first one in a very long time that has had a smaller waist size than the ones I wore to the store.
I’m also down below 260 for the first time since I went off Atkins (which was 2 or 3 years ago). 79 pounds to go…
So as of a few days ago, I’m at 262 pounds (like the image in the sidebar? I’ll be updating that whenever I remember, probably once a week). That means that since I started this diet, I’ve lost 13 pounds. I’m more happy about this than you’d think. Granted, I still have a long way to go, but seeing results of any kind is better than what I had before (i.e., eat as much of whatever I want, and stay fat). It’s also nice that these results are VERY good. My loss curve will probably shallow out in a few weeks, once my body gets used to losing weight, but I am currently filled with a personal sense of accomplishment, and fully believe that I can make my planned targets and my eventual goal weight.
If I correctly remember what my whiteboard says, my next goal is 250 pounds by my 30th birthday. That’s only 12 pounds in a whopping 116 days. I have a feeling that I’m going to overshoot that goal by a bit.
And the worst part (or best, depending on how you look at it) is that I need to buy new clothes, ’cause these pants are falling off.