Today’s jump on the scale confirmed something that I had already suspected: I have started losing weight again. And this is a good thing.

The irony of the situation is that I started losing weight when I stopped trying. I’m eating normal meals in what I like to call “Leave It To Beaver sized” portions (eating serving sizes common in the 50s and 60s vs the gargantuan sized portions we eat today) and I have opted for less fat if in a situation where I have to eat a fast food meal (no fries, no mayo on the grilled chicken, etc.)

My body is liking being treated normally again. I have to admit that I’m quite pleased.