Week nine of the diet finds me blasting through two, count ’em, two barriers on my journey to svelte-ness.

Today’s weigh-in finds me tipping the scale at 258 pounds.  That’s an amazing 4 pound drop from last week.  I’ve been averaging around a pound a week for the past few weeks, so the amount of weight loss this week is quite unexpected, especially since I haven’t done anything different that I’m aware of.  So, getting under 260 feels like an accomplishment.  An accomplishment tempered by the fact that the last time I was in the 250s was 2009 and back then I was thinking “damn, you are fucking fat!  You better get off you ass and do something about it!”  Now four years later here I am in the 250s and feeling sorta good about it.  As Einstein might say, everything’s relative.

The other noteworthy barrier is the magical, mystical, irrelevant but still awesome, achievement of a 20 pound weight loss.  20.5 pounds to be exact if you are keeping score.  That’s about a third of way on the journey I’ve undertaken.  I don’t expect it’s gonna get any easier down the road.  In fact, I fear this was the easy part.  Sometime soon my body is likely to find its low carb equilibrium and I’m going to have to try something radical, like exercise, to continue losing weight.

Girth remains unchanged from last week’s 47.5”.  So, wherever those four pounds disappeared from, it wasn’t my belly.  Shame that.

Ah well, I’m encouraged that my deprivation has not thus far been in vain.  Onward and downward!