Here's the thing, Thursday is my weigh-in day at Weight Watchers, which means that Friday's entries are pretty much exclusively going to be about that for the foreseeable future.

So if you can't stand diet talk, skip Fridays, that's all I can suggest.

So yesterday was my weigh-in day at Weight Watchers!

It was my first week, and I know that you lose alot your first week and it's really all water and doesn't actually count, and blah and blah and blah, but it was still pretty great to see that I had lost seven pounds!

Seven! Woo-hoo!! Well, 6.8, but that's as good as seven, I think. And they clapped for me in meeting and I got a bookmark that says "I Lost 5 Pounds" (I guess they were out of the "I Lost 6.8 Pounds" ones) and I'm so pleased!

And I ate shit this week, bacon and whipped cream and pizza and Pepsi--not a single bite of fruit passed my lips and even with all of my crowing about broccoli, I only ate it twice, and I didn't exercise a jot, and I lost almost seven pounds!

I ate all of those things, but in much smaller quantities than normally, and you notice that I didn't say McDonald's, because I didn't want to spend the points on it, though I could if I wanted to. I think this may be the first week in twenty years where I didn't go to McDonald's at least once, and more likely three or four times. The level of grease in my bloodstream has probably gone down alarmingly.

And I know that I should have more fruits and vegetables, but I can't work on everything at once. Right now I'm keeping to my points and drinking three half litre bottles of water a day (or two and a half, usually, can't quite make the three), I'll deal with other things later.

When I got to work I told everybody, even running into The Evil Overlord's office and telling her:

"I lost seven pounds!"
"I can tell!"
"How can you tell, you can't see it already."
"No, I noticed," which I thought was pretty cool even if she wasn't exactly telling the whole truth. She asked me how and we discussed Weight Watchers for awhile, then she said:

"How much do you want to lose?"

There, that's the question. I had never, until that moment, told anyone what I need to lose, because I know that I don't actually look as heavy as I am because I'm so tall and I'm really in proportion, I don't have spindly legs and a huge tummy or anything, I look like a normal person who has been inflated, and if I say how much I have to lose, it's like they'll guess that I'm fat.

But hey, they have eyes, it's not like I'm really hiding anything by not saying the number. It's probably more than you weigh.

"One hundred and fifty pounds," I said, "I want to lose 150 lbs."
"What? You will be just bones!"

But that's not so, you see, I have been that weight and not been just bones, I have also been twenty-five pounds less and I looked like a concentration camp victim, so I know the difference. And it's not 150 lbs really, but 147 lbs, which means that now it's nearly 140 lbs.

And I know that that's a whole person and I know that that's alot to lose, but I think it can be done, Lord knows it was possible to gain it. I want two things, I want my thighs not to touch and I want the elastic of my underwear not to touch my stomach when I'm lying on my back.

I remember when I was in college and I lost 50 lbs without noticing and I was sitting on the edge of my bed doing some project or other and putting paperclips or coins or something small like that on my lap and them falling to the floor and me taking a little while to figure out what was happening.

I also remember lying on my back in my bed and there being a space between my belly and the elastic of my underwear, because my hip bones were holding it up. And that wasn't when I was too thin, either. It just has to be a little below the elastic, not alot.

Right now it's only seven pounds, well, 6.8. But somehow 150, well, 147, seems not only possible but likely. I can do this. With whipped cream and bacon and Pepsi, I can do this.

Today's horoscope:
Personal productivity and efficiency are essential today. You may begin a healthier regimen for your body; don't be too hard on yourself.

One year ago today:
All I have to do is stay sick for another year and I'll hit my target weight!

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