As of yesterday, the scale told me I was down another pound and a half. I think the problem is that Monday is my official weigh-in day, and I diet really well all week until Sunday, when I eat pot roast and mashed potatoes. So, the Monday weigh-in is after I've ruined it all.
But anyway, the dieting is going fine. My wife, ever the temptress, made biscuits and gravy last night, knowing that it's my favorite food in the world (after fried chicken). I think she's still treating this weight loss like a competition, and she's playing dirty. Hey Erin--watch for the bag of caramels under your pillow! Turnabout is fair play.
Those of you who aren't writers might not be impressed by this, but: 4400 words on Monday, and 5900 words yesterday. I'm kicking this book's trash.