Happy Birthday, fatty!

As some of you may know, I have been on a clinical trial of a weight management program through my employer. I have been quite coy about the program, partly because it's confidential and partly because I didn't want to jinx it; but I figured that the 27th anniversary of my glorious escape from the womb was a good juncture for an update.I AM KICKING ASS!! Ok...the program kicks ass too, but I have a lot to do with the execution of the program. As of today, I have lost 27lbs on the 27th day of the month on my 27th birthday. Yes, I had planned the entire thing like that. I am currently the lightest I have been since moving to California over 6 years ago. People aren't recognizing me, people at work who I haven't ever spoken to are stopping me in the corridor - it's a good feeling. I still have a few more pounds to lose before I reach my goal, but I'm moving in the right direction. Deanne has been incredibly supportive and I couldn't have done this without her - she's been my walking partner and my calorie enforcer. Anyway, I have resisted the temptation to look at a photo of myself, let alone have one taken, for fear that I might not see results. But the waitress at Black Angus snuck up on me with her Polaroid. I was very surprised with the results. I look like I did 6 years ago. Here's a before and after...or before and during, since I'm not finished: Before: fatalex.jpg During/After: AlexBday.jpg