Nothing is going on. I have nothing to post. I lost another pound, I think it took two weeks this time. I still haven’t decided if I’m moving or not. So I’ll post some pictures of the walk I took with the lonely old dog who lives upstairs. She likes the grass here.
Then we went to the end of the block to check out some “unpermitted” street food. This is a dead end street, behind a park and some tennis courts. I think this is just great, cheap food, but unfortunately many come by car, park illegally, block driveways. Also there are no trash cans. I carried mine away, threw it out in the city trash. The parking thing may cause a crackdown, if it pisses off the neighbors. We’ll see. I love the underground foodie culture popping up in the ‘hood.
There was a curry cart (!), creme brulee cart, mini-tart table, and shrimp rolls. I ended up eating a tiny chocolate creme brulee followed by a shrimp roll. I have to admit, I had brief thoughts of food poisoning/swine flu, but I have an iron stomach and a immune system of steel.
I’ll be sure to make it to kickboxing tomorrow. Maybe yoga, too, if I can find them in a row.
I ran into two guys in the last two days who I haven’t seen in over a year. They both said I looked really good, and keep doing whatever I’m doing. They hadn’t noticed weight per se, just that I looked different. I no longer look fat to myself, just slightly chubby. I have a feeling I’m going to have some psychological battle through the next 10 pounds or so, as I head into normal body weight land. Bring it!