Not getting to these parts much anymore, sorry [to anyone who gives a shit in the first place].
Honestly, it's really at the point where I'm not so into talking about shit, as doing it.
Spent a lot of time talking about shit in the past... seems more and more, I just dig the doing part.
Everything is going very well. I'm riding almost everyday [still trying to shore up riding on Amy's work days]... and on the days I don't ride, I'm walking.
All is good.
From my last visit to the scale-5 weeks ago-to yesterday... 24.8 more pounds, gone. Goodbye pounds.
Total weight off me since November: 111.8 lbs.
Amy and me figured out yesterday... I've officially reversed the last 6 years off of me in weight. I'm now pretty much where I was weight-wise in early 2000/late 1999, right around the time we started our family with Chloe's birth. Also, the time I began the slow fall into the black pit of Girth, Depression, Hopelessness: The Dark Years.
To make true on our conversation, we unboxed some of my old clothes from those days... eureka, they fit.
Pretty soon I'll be back into my Aqua-colored, silk thong... just in time for Sun Bathing.