Feeling pretty good. Sitting here watching the Redskins-Bengals game, slurping a frosty one. (I've been the on-call tech this weekend, and hopefully the help desk won't call me with any more trifling issues they should technically be able to handle. Four calls, and only one was of any consequence that required an engineer and a bridge line.) A little swelling in my left foot and ankle with the compression socks off, but otherwise pretty good. I found a pair of size 40 jeans hanging in the laundry room that I forgot had, and they fit like a glove. I needed them - I've been losing weight so steadily, I've been cinching my belts tighter to keep the 42's from sliding off. I weighed in at 240-244 the other day (weird bathroom floor - you get a different weight depending where you put the damn scale). Looked in the closet, and I have two size 38's and a 36 to back up into, and I'd like that done by Christmas. Adipex is a wonderful drug, but cutting out the carbs is the key to the engine. I'm beyond jonesing for a hunk of bread or a bowl of rice. It was the same as when I quit smoking five years ago. Once you come out the other side of that withdrawal tipping point, it's a walk. Tonight I'm baking chicken that's been marinating in Wishbone Robusto Italian dressing, and having zucchini in Italian tomato sauce on the side. How everything with you folks?
I'm going for another beer, heat the oven, and see if the wife is finally awake. The 'Skins put Colt McCoy in the game, and he's shredding the Bengals' defense. He's looking a lot sharper than Cousins has.