OK. You know you've been using a laptop too long when you sit at the kitchen table and slide your finger across the surface in an effort to move something on it.

Or that you need coffee. One of the two.

As I mentioned in my previous post, the old analog scale downstairs was apparently shaving 10lbs off my weight. Boy that sucked.

Given such a rude awakening -- plus spring being here -- I decided to go on a don't-eat-until-my-stomach-complains diet and even then, only stuff like skinless chicken, brown rice, salad, etc. Much to my amazement it's going really well, dropped seven pounds in fifteen days and took 1% off my bodyfat too.

I also started lifting, running (a wee bit) and jumping rope. I'm such a creature of Newton's second law which means it's a real bitch to get me moving but once I'm moving it isn't too hard to keep going.

w00t.

One thing I discovered is that I eat waaaaay more often than I need to. I want to eat All. The. Fu*k. Ing. Time. Now I ask myself "k, but are you actually hungry" and I'm amazed at how often the answer is "no." Apparently it's way more of a comfort thing for me than I realized.

So yeah, seven pounds in two weeks and without really ever going hungry. If my stomach goes "hey, feed me," I feed it. But now I'm beginning to wonder when I'm going to start leveling off. Before I'd have said around 200 but now, given my height, I'm wondering if it's going to be closer to 185.