Since October 23 when I wrote my missive about not being able to eat what I want anymore, I went on the South Beach Diet. And when I weighed myself this morning, I clocked in at 225 lbs., which is 25 less than I was when I started. Not too shabby for about a month and a half (didn’t start until a week or two after the post).

I say I went on the South Beach Diet, but I only stuck to it strictly for the first two weeks. What’s followed has been more “inspired by the South Beach Diet,” but it’s worked. Instead of flogging myself for not sticking to it 100 percent, which would be near impossible right now with work catering three meals per day, I’ve broken it down to some core things to avoid:

And that’s mostly been it. I’ve broken plenty of rules.

So, we’ll see if this continues to work. I’d like to be around 210 lbs., though I already feel a lot better at 225 than I did at 250. No carb comas (which may be diet as much as weight) and less heartburn (which I think is directly attributable to weight). Less feelings of sluggishness.