Well Fuck

In this post over here I was all snotty about not wanting to keep a food diary. Well I did. For a week. And lost three pounds of fat (and one pound of muscle, which is good) since my last weight check about a week and a half or two weeks ago. It may be a coincidence. Or it may not and I'll have to write down everything I eat for the rest of my life. I'm not complaining, exactly, it's just something I'm not used to thinking about. Obviously there's a brain shift going on or I wouldn't be writing about this so much!