Down 49 pounds, baby

And I feel fabulous.

But, and this is going to sound oh-so-shallow (and I don't
really care), I'm not doing this to feel better.  I'm vain
and self-centered; therefore, I'm doing this to look better
and improve my chances of getting laid. Feeling better and
improved health are nice bonuses (OK, really nice bonuses),
but I'm not the sort of person who believes the whole "if
you really want to succeed, it can't be about vanity - it
has to be for your health," spiel.  It just feels like a
load of bullshit to me.  I've yet to say that in a WW
meeting, because that's the motivation for a lot of people,
but it does nothing for me.  I'm all about making my butt
look better and losing the belly.

I hope that doesn't make you love me less.

What I'm reading now:  Carpe Demon by Julie Kenner.  Started
last night, and so far so good.