Ten weeks ago today, I weighed first thing in the morning, swore under my breath, and muttered something to myself along the lines of "I've got to get serious about this before it kills me."
That was probably the hundredth time I've enacted that little scenario in the last few years. But this time it took. As of this morning, I've lost 12 kg in the past ten weeks.
I'm having a hell of a time deciding what to write here. The first time I sat down to write this post, it started four weeks ago today.... The past three years have left me hugely suspicious of anything that looks like good news. But whatever words I come up with to appease the gods lest they smite me for hubris, a part of me is going to expect that when I step outside after posting this, that a piano is going to land on my head. So given that my fate is orthogonal to what I write here, this may as well be it.After fifteen years on LJ, I have joined the great exodus. It's lovely over here. Join me!
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