This morning, the scale registered 172.5 — the lowest I’ve been since I sunk to 172 in March.  Not bad, considering that on Labor Day, I clocked in at 180 and have hovered between 178 and 182 all summer long.

Amazing what can happen when one simultaneously stops having a social life that consists of dining out almost every night, while actually running and practicing karate every evening again.

When I return to my normal, post-obesity weight of 160, I plan to start a strength-building program.  No point in having the upper body of a six-year-old girl, after all.

It feels good to be solidly back on track.

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