Four pounds lost. Zero martinis consumed.
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die.
Saturday, November 14th, 2009, 3:50 pm | 
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November 14, 2009 at 6:36 pm
Oh, the horror.
November 16, 2009 at 12:40 am
The first six to eight go quickly. Then the real commitment must be honoured. Hang in there Babe.
November 17, 2009 at 2:14 pm
I vote we all drink on your behalf in order to assist you through these rough non-drinking times…
November 19, 2009 at 5:01 pm
I am pleased to see that you are still adding to this blog. I haven’t looked at it for a while.
FWIW, when I stopped drinking beer, I dropped two stone (still drink scotch, though.)
I wish you the best of luck in losing weight. Over the last 40 years, my weight has varied, mostly because of the work I was doing. About 40 years ago, when I was working in the Bay Area, I went from 220 lbs to 155 lbs. When you are working 14 hour days, and having a quart of milk for breakfast and poached eggs on dry toast for dinner (the diner open at that hour hadn’t anything else vaguely edible), you don’t notice weight loss until you go back to the home office and someone asks if you are ill. (at the time, I was 6′ 2″ to provide some context.)
Maybe you should get your law license back: that ought to kill any appetite you have.
Take care, and I will keep you in my prayers.
November 23, 2009 at 9:22 am
Oh God, please don’t become a lawyer again – unless you are planning on using your super powers for Good and not evil. Maybe going after scum-bag lawyers in elected office? Then I say “Boo Ya” and go for it!
November 27, 2009 at 1:42 am
Sign of life, please.