I finally weighed in.

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I can hardly believe it.  I am down to 256.2.  That's... good.  I am going to start eating, though, today.  A denver omelet.  Two, actually.  Plus sausage and a fatted coffee.  Too low on kefir, didn't reset it last night.  Will do that after food gives me some energy.

I ended up napping, from ten thirty to noon.  Ugh.  Stripping and weighing in right after waking.  

Oh, the weight thing?  Look, I know my scale is correct.  It's solid.  And, I know I weighed in yesterday, and today.  The scale reads that I lost 3.6 pounds in one day?  And, yes, I ate.  If probably only in the, say, four hundred calorie range, and similar for the last three days.  But... how is that even possible?  Never mind.  It is what was read, and reported.  How or why is... no concern of mine.  Still, I am... curious.  Always curious.

Now, to be honest, I don't want to lose three pounds a day.  First, it is exhausting.  Second, my body just doesn't have time to adjust.  As such, I am hoping more for half a pound to one pound a day.  Using food to maintain that rate, as is possible.  Knowing, too, some days I may well gain back.  It's not a straight, even, angled down plane.  It is a bumpy ass ride, with seeming, sometimes, no logic or regularity to it.

Eggs are going.  Tea is brewing, life is doing well.  But I really need some food.  Too little for too long.  Getting... tricky, to even stay awake, seated.  Ugh.  Food!