C-note

Well, the plan worked. With a Monday weigh-in just a hair over 200, this morning was 196 and 33.5 inch waist.

That’s 100 pounds even from Superbowl Sunday.

I’m probably going to drink those right back on this weekend, but the true test will be of Bhagwan’s ability to indulge without overindulging. I had planned on wearing my spiffy suit down for some dance. dance. dancing, but I put the pants on last night and started laughing.

3 months is a long time. especially when you lose 34 pounds in it. Lucky for me, the alterations are covered by the gift certificate they gave me for spending too much money.

In roughly 2 hours, I’ll be on a train heading south to Portland. I’ll be taking with me some accessories from my former life. The Cup. The Jacket. The Hat. And the Bottle. I only expect to come back with 3 of them. The bag is packed with larges and mediums, with the smallest nice shirt I still own. AN Xl, for those keeping score. I’ve got an old tux shirt that I’ll most probably take along just in case, but I get the feeling it too will be just a hair too big.

What bliss.

See you kids Sunday night, unles you find yourself down in P-town.

Ahhh, don’t be like that now. Give us a kiss!