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I've lost four pounds in 24 hours. I wish that were a joke, but it's not.

Oddly, those four pounds weren't my body's actual weight, but that excess slough which fluctuates one's weight from day to day. This sort of sudden ebb and flow ought to perfectly illustrate the insanity of putting too much importance on your weight from one day to the next. If you're trying to lose only 5 pounds, an error margin of +/- 4 pounds yields unpredictable and unsatisfying results.

Today's quote goes to Renée, whom I caught complaining about her weight on Facebook: "Now, how does this work? I decrease food & alcohol intake, exercise regularly, eat LOTS of fruits & veggies...and still hover around 135lbs. Gaack! WTH? And don't say it's because I'm getting older!" When I asked her if she'd been counting her calories, she said, "I will NOT count calories! That would take the fun right out of eating and drinking."

Well, I dunno... this weekend, I had at least four beers, 3 chocolate chip cookies, an ice cream scoop, and some of the best dining I've had in months. Okay, maybe I wasn't bingeing as much asdaisy, but it was still fun.

Despite all that, I can relate to Renée's plight: we all secretly know what our problems are, we simply choose not to face them because our newfound knowledge would logically dictate we change. Change is painful, change sucks. The old way is more comfortable—we purposefully choose ignorance because we like having fun. I know. I've been there.

But, Renée—don't be so brazen to complain about trashing your car when you won't even look at a map.