A week gone

And with it, seven pounds. I'm delighted, and just hope that I didn't read the scale wrong the first day. I won't keep losing this quickly, I'm sure, but it's a nice start.

Saturday night could have been bad. I had to attend a play at a local arts center, and a favorite chef was serving finger food before the show. I managed to get away with four small spring rolls and a fried won ton, using up quite a few of my flex points. But I still lost weight, and it's not as if I will be faced with that chef's cooking very often - she closed her restaurant years ago.

I need to add some exercise to this mix - soon. I thought I'd wait until I felt better - no chest pain, but I'm not having so much of that any more. It looks like the body just gets to a point where it can't take it any more and starts hurting. I'm looking forward to feeling better in every way.