I am losing weight.  It’s fantastic.  I am losing it for my health, yeah, blah blah blah.  Sort of.  Really, I am losing it so I can more effectively leverage my looks in social and professional situations, at least from the present day until The Inevitable Botox Years.  Those years should be at least 10-15 years away, provided I keep to my vampiric avoidance of the sun (which I have already breached once this year).

Whilst not paying attention, I seem to have acquired a taste for grapefruit, something I have always hated.  Of course, I only like the ruby red ones.  The white ones would probably make me hurl, but who knows?  Perhaps my strict eating regimen (which of course includes vodka) has caused grapefruit to taste like sweet nectar, since it’s one of the only sugar-bearing things I am eating right now.  Curious.