I overheard a couple of Naval aviators discussing the fact that female pilots have a difficult time mastering carrier landings.  “It’s completely understandable” one of them explained “because they have a serious depth perception problem.”  “Yeah” said the other “but you really can’t blame them.  Their whole life they’ve been told that this…

…is six inches.”

Speaking of inches, it’s time for this week’s weigh-in report.  Today marks eight weeks of denying myself all the carbohydrate-rich goodness I’ve come to know and love.  I wouldn’t say it’s getting easier–man, did I have a craving for ice cream last night–but I’m more or less resigned to going without.  At least until I reach my goal, which sadly is still 42 pounds away.

Today’s weight: 262.0, down .5 from last week and 16.5 pounds lost overall.  Slow and steady as she goes I suppose.

In somewhat more encouraging news, today’s girth measurement is 47.5″ which is down 1.5″ from last week and 4″ since February 19.  A couple of people say they can tell I’ve lost weight.  They are family members who know about the diet though so they could just be telling me what I want to hear.  Although my yobo says she felt my hip bone while we were lying in bed for the first time in the 5 years she has known me.

I’ve actually noticed that my Levi’s are riding higher up on the belly (I wear suspenders BTW) and that my shirts are not quite as ridiculously stretched across my middle as they used to be.  So there is that.  Onward and downward!