It’s a Tuesday Monday again, sorry.  In the rain and fog that descended late yesterday afternoon I didn’t quite make it in to the Waldo County Hospital in Belfast, Maine, where I had planned to weigh myself for the 12th time this trip.

But I made it this morning, gave my little spiel to the nice ER triage lady, and before you could say Obamacare I was on a scale.  Goggling at the result.  Gawping even.

Holy Mackerel, mama!  That’s down five pounds/2.25 kg from last week and so far into uncharted territory for me that… Well, I just have no idea.  “Diet and exercise, David.  Diet and exercise.”  All my docs and my dietitian told me that over and over for the past 15 years.  Why should I be surprised when the answer turns out to be- diet and exercise.

I am stoked!  Three hundred plus pound me, prepare to say goodbye.  Forever.