Over the last three months, I have not shrunk one clothing size. Which is remarkable, as I have near-consistently done so over the previous seven quarters. It's also a good thing, because there's losing weight and there's feeling like a character in a King novel. I'm slowly becoming somewhat calmer about that whole thing. Now, if I could get my brain back into the gear it's supposed to be in, and my attention span back up to that of an overripe grapefruit, that would be very nice.