Thursday, November 25, 2010


That's the magical, mystical number that flashed between my ugly big toes when I stepped on the the bathroom scale this morning.

I am flummoxed by how the weight keeps dropping away. I mean, I'm not even really trying any more. I appear to have settled into a more sensible eating pattern and am not feeling deprived at all. I do miss baked goods now and then but have no real urge to go out and buy any. I will say that the chocolate nut biscotti at Wegmans might tempt me if they ever show up again.

Food tastes better and even preparing it is more fun that before.

My big Thanksgiving meal with be Saturday at my daughter's house. I will probably consume more edibles then than I have on any day in going on five months now. Or maybe not.


  1. Nicely done, sir. Enjoy the day; Happy Thanksgiving to you and all your readers.

  2. Wow!!! You must appear to be almost stick-like now. Good work though. You're only about 13 pounds heavier than I am. I am taking it that you have (mostly, other than beer) stayed off carbohydrates then?

  3. Not really. Had pasta with marina sauce last night. I have avoided baked goods and sweets for the most part (though Red Raspberry Jam on a English Muffin is breakfast some mornings). I am nowhere near stick-like. Yet.