I drop 14 pounds, and suddenly I’m dropping every other part of my life that once defined me.

For some reason, I am now an avid Orioles’ fan.

I’m dropping my Green Party affiliation and joining the Democratic Party.

My vegan lifestyle encouraged me to say a few words to myself (and I do mean to myself) for a poor mouse that expired outside my back door. Sure, I just tossed him over the fence, but it was done with some ceremonial grace that I’m not afraid to mention here to all of you.

I’m joining LOST forums and posting frequently, lost myself in the deep discourse of dissecting what this show is really all about.

And this is just after 14 pounds….Yikes! If and when I reach my goal of dropping another 86, what in the world will my life be like then?

Back to bed. Hate the flu. Hate the flu. Hate the flu….