it’s been weeks since my last post, and i’m still exactly as fat as i was when i started, possibly fatter. i think my body has become immune to weight loss. which is not to say that i’ve been perfect, but i’ve been infinitely better than i have over...

i’m really stressed out right now. the burlesque looms large, and i have several graphic design projects and a somewhat over-full social life.  oh, and the worst allergies ever. so, i feel sorry for myself, and i eat. i try to make my life easier by...

oh bess. up to your old tricks again. sure, the regular fatty comments (as detailed below), but what really bothered me about this one was that bess was so easily sucked into the seance culture.  she’s so dumb, and gets even slower with every book. by...

i stepped on the scale the other day (first thing in the morning, empty tank), and saw 166. i haven’t weighed myself since. my dreams of this weight just peeling off after i stopped the meds are over. the reality has arrived, brought a fruitcake, and...

how did i not notice this? a shirt with blousy 3/4 sleeves from my past life fits ok everywhere but the elbows. i actually had to undo the buttons at work because it was so uncomfortable. SHAME. thinking about instituting the no night time eating plan...