There is a Light That Never Goes Out.

And that light is the hope of continued weight loss.

I am wearing pants I have not been able to shimmy into for a year. It's a nice feeling. I celebrated by binge eating chocolate covered pretzels.

I am thinking, quite seriously, not just of My Darling but also of doing Barry's Boot Camp in August. Such masochism is extreme even for me, but I feel like it would be the kick in the pants to really put me over the edge into fitness, to the extreme. Monster Truck, etc.