For the past three weeks, I’ve been losing two pounds per week (a new diet — I’ll tell you more about it when I know if it works, i.e. if can stabilize my weight when I’m done) and each time I look at myself in the mirror I look fatter. Great. The thing is my body tends to spread fat all over (either because I started early, or because I have a very low testosterone level, who knows) but, like for all men, the hardest part is losing my belly. So, when I’m overweight, I look smooth as a baby; when I’m less overweight, all I’ve got left is a patch of fat around my navel, and a jelly butt. If I didn’t need to wear a belt so that my pants stay up, I’d believe my scale1 is lying.
1: Babelfish translation. I have no idea what the correct idiom is for that thing you step onto when you want to know your weight.