NyQuil: The ultimate weight-loss drug. Who knew? Back in January of 2005 I started out weighing 372 pounds, so now I’ve officially lost over 200 pounds. I suspect some of that will come back though when I stop eating chicken broth and Jell-O. Seriously, losing 6.6 pounds in two days? Unlikely.

I always imagined this day as some sort of big celebration, but I feel like I won the Olympic medal while on steroids. Yeah, I’ve lost over 200 pounds, but the final credit goes to whatever bacteria or virus has infected my nasal passages for the past three days. Still, woo-hoo! My jeans do feel a little looser and I can sit in those Michael Kors pants I bought at the thrift store even though they were a little bit too small.

The second 100 pounds were definitely harder than the first 100 pounds. It only took me seven and a half months to ditch the first century whereas the second one took another two years and two months. Whenever people hear about how much weight [...]

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Last week I was disappointed I didn’t gain weight. This was when I realized I might be sabotaging myself.

During the great feline food incident, I stepped on the scale the day after eating way too much chili and was surprised to see that my weight had not changed. It was still 176. That was strange. I was certain all the eating would have made the scale go up. That or the fact that I’d skipped my cardio the day before. But it hadn’t. I was still at 176. Meaning the weight I’d lost earlier in the month was still pretty much gone. This was weird because I’ve been hanging out at 180 for about five months now. I’m used to the numbers going down for a bit and then bouncing back up a bit and then descending once again only to ascend a week later. It’s been a while since a loss has stuck.

I was looking down at the nail polish that’s still on my toes two months after my brother’s wedding and I realized [...]

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