I’m doing well. I’m still not eating terribly well (and I am not dutifully keeping a food journal), but I’m not eating myself stupid like a gourmand. My progress:

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And for those of you who need the visual of my steady decline to non-fatness (or less fatness), peep today’s chart:

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I can’t seem to avoid beer. It’s plentiful where I live, and something of a tradition to drink one or two with the roommates after a day at work. I know, I know: bad bad calories. But beer’s just so… wonderful and comforting.

One thing I have to admit I’ve quite proud of is the fact that I’ve cut down on the amount of cheese I eat. My family’s a cheese family. My mum is from France, and it’s tradition to finish off a many-coursed meal with some cheese, fruit and wine. Of course, I’ve done my damnedest to carry on the tradition, but have thus far succeeded in avoiding it.

Tonight is a cheese-based night, though. Wine, cheese, and DVDs with Fish. I just have to limit myself. I need your help, Fish!