My first weigh in was 197.7 lbs (fully clothed, mind you). In the first two weeks I dropped a total of 5.8 lbs, which earned me a gold star and a bookmark. For ten bucks a week they weigh you, then the instructor spends twenty minutes giving us valuable strategies for doing the plan. The plan itself is incredibly simple, so I'm actually curious as to how many different ways he can find to explain the same concept to us. Yeah, that sounds cynical, but the meetings are actually kind of fun. Our instructor is a fun guy. And while I wonder if I could actually manage without the meetings and weigh-ins, I know I'm really there because I want to support Danielle. That's what I'm all about, man.
Other recent exciting developments: Danielle and I now have a roommate. You know in England they only say "roommate" if the person is literally sharing the same room with you, otherwise it's "flatmate" or "housemate". Here in the colonies, you have to rely on context to figure it out. But I digress. You may know Jeremiah (aigamisou). He is not a bullfrog, but I did help him to drink his wine. He moved in last week, and so far it looks like this situation is going to work out very well for all of us. Jeremiah is good peoples.
Speaking of moving -- my department moved into a new office last week. We had been in a temporary location for a couple years while our building was beeing gutted and renovated. The new building is clean and sterile and very... corporate. Now, for the first time in my life, I have a cubicle. It's been a bit of an adjustment. I've lost a bit of privacy. For the past four years I'd been in an office with a real door, although I shared it with two officemates (which, incidentally, are called "officemates" in England). All in all, it isn't so bad. Actually, I'm not allowed to complain at all because my cube walls are six feet high, and poor Danielle has a receptionist's cube in a high traffic area.
Our cable internet has been broken for almost two days. Please, if you have a spare moment, do a ritual animal sacrifice or something. Whatever you think might appease the gods who watch over Comcast, and get them to repair our link to the outside world. It's like living in the friggin' dark ages. I'm actually dreading leaving the office this afternoon, because it might be fifteen hours before I can check my email agian. No one should have to live like that.
Did I say soda was my only addiction? I guess I meant it was my only food-related addiction.