I went on Tuesday and found I’d lost 200 grams in three weeks. Not great, but not as bad as it sounds considering Passover was slap bang in the middle of that. It took time for me to get back into the groove. Now that I have, the weight is sliding off. My scales at home are calibrated with the ones I use at Weight Watchers. Last night I’d lost another half a kilo. I’m down to 72.8 with clothes and 71.9 without clothes. In other words, I’m 1 kg overweight. Just amazing. My belly isn’t totally flat, but when I lie down my ribs jut out. They haven’t jutted out for years (which sounds a bit rude). And my man boobs, they’re still there but an acho of their former selves. Poor little titties.

I haven’t finished the journey – yet, but I’d like to thank three people who started me on this journey and inspired me. Rob, Mindy and Ori. All three of you have given me the motivation and impetus to lose the weight. Yeah, I didn’t have *that* much to lose, but my parents and friends could see I was on the borderline between looking okay for my weight and exploding into Mr Obese. Now, with a bit of work, that won’t happen.

Anyways, enough of the Ophrah’s… I’ve been told a certain Michael Russell is reading this journal. Well happy birthday MR, and leave a note. Just click the commenty thing on the bottom.

And a get well soon to Danny Oz. Mate I really hope and pray things turn out okay.