DietBlog: As the time for the meeting drew closer tonight, I started mentally preparing myself for my first week of weight gain. I mean, it was a given. I haven’t been exercising; I haven’t been tracking my Points; and I’ve been eating my face off. (For the record, the deep-fried camembert at Una’s is the BOMB.) So anyway, there I was groaning: “You guys, seriously. I’ve gained, like, two kilos this week.” “What?” my boss Albert said. “No you haven’t. You’ve lost half a kilo.” You wanna bet? So we wagered twenty bucks on it. I headed off to the meeting feeling like it was a win-win situation.

Well, guess what? The bastard won! I lost another half kilo exactly! I was in total shock. This goes down in the books as officially the Best Sickness Ever. That brought my total loss to date up to 8.2 kilograms. That’s just over eighteen pounds in two months! How insane is that? I don’t feel that different. I mean, my pants are looser and my new pink jacket buttons nicely in the front, but I feel like eighteen pounds should be more obvious, you know?

At any rate, I’m back on track with the program now. I managed to talk the Snook into doing the City to Surf with me this year, and it’s only ten weeks away. Hopefully I’ll be closing in on my goal around then!