Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
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.