I got weighed tonight and I've lost another kilo. That brings the total weight loss up to 5 kgs - that's a whopping quarter of my 20 kg goal. I really thought I would put on weight this week after the binge of the weekend plus not doing too much exercise and, when I got on the scales at my friend's place tonight, I thought I had. Then later I realised I'd transposed the numbers of my previous weight in my head and confused myself and I'd really lost weight and that is good. Very good.

I felt this weird lump in my arm the other day and thought I had like a tumour or something. It took me a while to recognise that it's muscle.

Tonight I thought of something that I wanted to share. A friend of mine, who wasn't exactly a big guy though overweight in gay terms, once had someone say to him - wouldn't you be happy if you were thin. He said he thought about for quite a while and concluded that he wasn't unhappy. Sure he would have been happier to have a better body, but that didn't stop him from being happy as he was.