Ok, so I’m getting back into it. I’m even getting by without wine with my dinner. It’s a sacrifice for me, although it’s probably not nearly as challenging for someone else.

I figure I’m down about a pound. Not bad for something that started on Monday. Everytime I want to veer off course, I remember that I need to lose 67 pounds — only three pounds less than my 70 pound Labrador/Rottweiler dog. That’s sobering. But useful. Now that I look at him, he looks heavy.