So last week, on February 12th, I rolled into the doctor’s office and heaved my flabby folds onto the scale to discover I’d lost another five pounds. Very sweet – especially when the shed amount the week prior was merely a pound and a half. This brings the current total weight loss to 27 pounds since January 2nd. Not bad for a little over a month.

Then, the NY Post ran a piece on Page Six which made me realize how far I’ve got to go…

Nothing crushing, right? In terms of the Post’s Page Six, I got off light. Problem is, the story makes it sound like I started at 230 and I’m heading downwards from there. Lemme tell ya’ something: if I weight 230, I wouldn’t be blogging about losing weight; I’d be stuffing my fat maw with starches and sugars in a veritable orgy of food, glorious food. I dream of being 230. 230 is a months-away, pie-in-the-sky quasi-pipe-dream.