Well I am eight pounds lighter and couldn’t be happier! Actually I could be happier if I was say 18 pounds lighter but one pound at a time.

The picture to the right is me in 2005 at my smallest. God, I miss those days. I wish someone could have smacked me upside the head and made me stop eating.

The first ten pounds are hardest in my opinion because I can’t see a difference yet. It’s so easy to just give up. I just have to hang in there and push through. Once I reach double digits It’ll become even more exciting. I can’t wait!

Occasionally, I get these crazy ideas about doing a thesis paper on one topic or another. The most recent one was about comparing The Godfather to the Art of War, which I wrote a post about. This morning I got a new one.

Jay made me watch this random horror movie at 8am this morning. Now, why are they airing horror movies at 8am? I don’t know. But it got me to thinking that every good horror movie has religion at the root of evil. Symbols that are supposed to be signs of hope and faith, like churches and the crucifix, become symbols of madness and terror.

I don’t want to distract myself from my current writing project but I feel compelled to write this. We’ll see if I have the time.

Perhaps I’m beginning my own decent into madness. May God help me.

“I’ve been thinking.” I nudge Jay to make sure that he’s awake to hear my announcement.

“Uh?” says a half asleep Jay. It’s late and I’m feeling in the mood to talk.

“I think we should move next year. I’m kind of bored here. I want a change.” I can’t see his face in the dark but I’m sure he’s probably confused by my announcement.

“We’ve only been here a year and I like it here. It’s the perfect location and we get a lot for what we pay. Why would we move?”

Darn him for combating me with logic.

“I don’t know. I just want a change.” Why is he not grasping this concept.

“How about cleaning? That’d be a change.”

“Ugh!”, I am thoroughly offended by this comment. He’s been on this cleaning kick and I’m not enjoying it. The man ordered a case of vacuum cleaner bags. A case. Do you know how many bags that is? Thirty-six!

“If you try cleaning, it’ll look like we’re in a totally new apartment.”

“That’s not the kind of change I want.”, I whine. By this point I’m throwing a full body tantrum in the bed. Not as effective as when standing up, but I don’t like being pressured to clean. Granted that’s usually the only way to get me to clean, but I still don’t appreciate it.

“I didn’t know I was dating Obama. All this talk about change.” Of course Jay always has to insert politics into everything.

“We’re not dating.”, No one can switch topics as rapidly as I can. “Dating would imply that we go places and do things. We’re more of an old married couple without the rings. There should be a term for that. When you’re in between dating and marriage.”

“It’s called purgatory.”

“Purgatory isn’t supposed to be a good place. Your not supposed to want to be in Purgatory.”

“It feels just fine to me.” I can see him grinning through the dark. “Come on baby,” he says as he grabs me and starts hugging me. “Swim in the deep abyss of nothing with me. Join me in Purgatory.” Jay starts shaking me and I can’t help but laugh.

Well if this is purgatory, I have to say I’m kind of enjoying it.