So I've been doing a low-carb thing for the last month or so, but not adhering to it very strictly. Basically, just eating a lot less and cutting out the starchy crap except for pizza once a week...no exercise to speak of, because that just sucks. There are days--hell, theere are entire weekends where I don't take in more than a few hundred non-alcoholic calories. I can tell I've dropped some pounds, but the scale is upstairs and frankly I'm too lazy to walk all the way up there to weigh myself. Harkens back to the no-exercise thing, really.
Anyway, Saturday night/Sunday morning I was absolutely hammered and I noticed the next day that I had taken off my jeans without even unbuttoning them. So I weighed myself today before work and I'm down 20 pounds. I've still got another 6 weeks before bikini season really takes off, so I should be looking a lot less horrible at the beach this year.
Considering this good little start and the fact that by Memorial Day, my bar will be 5-deep and I'll be sweating my ### off for 8 hours a night, I might start getting back to the 200 lb in-good-shape PJ that used to bang chicks that didn't necessarily
need to have low self-esteem.