+8.6 (∆ -2.2)

Nothing since April 18th and a loss of only 2.2 pounds? WTF, right?

May was rough. I caught some kind of weird virus that made all my muscles furiously ache for about two weeks. When I went back to the gym because (I thought) I was feeling better, my ass got kicked again. So, basically, three weeks were shot right there.

Having said that, I did go to Reno last week with the fam and went to three all-you-can-eat buffets and still managed to lose weight! No matter how you slice it, that's a huge win. Anytime you escape a den of sin like Reno and at least break even—either financially or gastronomically—you're ahead of the game.

79 more days until my birthday, the self-imposed deadline. Do you think I can get to +0 by then?

Also: I'm only 0.6 away from dipping below my lowest recorded weight in four years!