DietBlog: Week six has come and gone, and my official weight loss stands at 7.2 kilograms. That’s nearly sixteen pounds! Of course, if you graphed my actual loss per week you’d notice a severe downward trend thus far in May. I’m only averaging 600g a week now. I know it’s ridiculous to feel bad about it; I’m still heading in the right direction, and that’s still slightly above what you should be aiming for each weigh-in. I just got so excited by the big drops in the first few weeks that I half-expected them to continue. I did make one possible-related discovery tonight though: I’ve dropped into a lower Points bracket! (WW assigns the number of Points you get to eat per day based on your weight. Smaller people eat less.) I didn’t even realize it, but for the last two weeks I’ve been allowing myself an extra Point a day. Maybe that accounts for the slowdown…

In exercise news, on Saturday the Snook and I turned from bushwalking to exploring our own fair city: We did the Bondi to Coogee Walk. We packed a picnic lunch and enjoyed some fantastic ocean views. The whole thing took us about two-and-a-half hours. Here are a couple pictures. First is a surfie on Bondi. It was pretty chilly and gray that day, but the wind was making some big waves and there were plenty of guys out. Next is a self-portrait of me and the Snook with Bondi behind us. The third is an amazing view looking south from Mackenzies Point to Tamarama and Bronte. And lastly is the Snook, with me reflected in his sunnies. (Don’t worry Ma; he shaved today. That’s just his weekend scruff.)

And lastly… I had a bit of an adventure tonight. I went to Dance Central to try out a belly dancing class. I know! Can you believe it? I nearly chickened out but the thought of another measly 600g loss spurred me on. It was surprisingly fun! I actually really enjoyed myself. I can’t shake my hips for shit, but I’m definitely the queen of the belly and chest jiggling. I figure what you lack in rhythm, you should make up for in enthusiasm, right? I was like the lead in my own little Bollywood movie. The instructor even told me I did a good job afterwards! I’m so going back next week.

George gets political. I knew that the parallels were going to be in the movie, but I didn’t expect him to actually discuss them with the media. I guess I sorta had the feeling that ol’ George had become a bit conservative in his old age, what with the billions of dollars, the racist stereotype characters, and the complete lack of sex in his movies. Now that I think about it though, he’s quite the original California hippie radical, isn’t he? I especially liked the bit where he talks about the U.S. funding Hussein and the parallels to the war in Vietnam. Go George!

Tetris Shelves. I LOVE THAT. How pathetic is it that upon looking at the unit on the left, I immediately started planning the next moves to fix the “hole”? Very. (Link courtesy of John.)

Oh Snookums… This is for you.

US Robot Builds Copies of Itself. Does this completely blow anyone else’s mind?

Is your monitor a little dusty? Try this. (Cutest link EVER courtesy of John.)

Huh? Rolf friggin’ Harris is going to be painting Queen Elizabeth’s 80th birthday portrait. That’s right, the guy who invented the wobble board and sang “Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport.” (The Snook informs me that he thankfully no longer sings the “Let me Abos go loose, Bruce” stanza.)

Like Kevin, I’m hopeful that I’ve grown up enough that the forthcoming Dark Crystal sequel wouldn’t scare the bejeezus out of me the way the original did… but who are we kidding, right? The sight of that poor little Podling in the Skeksis torture machine will HAUNT MY NIGHTMARES FOREVER.

More Sew Fast, Sew Evil bitchery. The pseudo-anonymous Karen, who’s been running around leaving identical nonsense comments in support of SFSE (on blogs like mine, Amy‘s, bitter girl‘s, and girl from auntie‘s, among others), has started her own blog in an attempt to discredit the critics. Whatever. I love that she’s already deleting comments too.