Or, perhaps, the Atlas on my personal planet has indeed Shrugged.
(Aside begin: I was very amused by the interest in/hysteria about Ayn Rand’s philosophy as reported in the media of late. And, perhaps more cosmic timing, the movie The Fountainhead starring Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal was on the other night. Enjoyable, but over the top in many ways. Just like Ayn Rand. Aside end.)
Because, finally, after 238 days of mostly wishing sprinkled with some tiny flecks of actual hard work, one of my horse peeps Paula said to me the other day “Carol! You have lost weight, haven’t you? You look fantastic!” Paula is in her late 50s-early 60s, an engaging stick-person of a woman who rides second level dressage on her adorable 19 year old Leopard Appaloosa named Riot. (If you are not a horse person, I don’t expect you to get much of that last part, just know that Paula is to be admired, and she and Riot are friendlies.)
Ok, so don’t go getting all excited. I have not lost all that much yet and I know I do not look all that fantastic, really. I am guessing 7-10 lbs. I am guessing that range because of the way some of my clothes are fitting. I am guessing, period, because I am not allowed to weigh myself until I have passed the first 8 weeks of the particular diet plan I am following. I am guessing I am not allowed to weigh myself because I am one of those morons who gets discouraged and quits the plan and makes a big pot of rice when I don’t drop 5 pounds each day.
And on this particular day, I was wearing this assymetrical-hemmed sweater thing that makes my belly disappear like magic. I’m guessing it is made out of the same fabric that covered the fusilage of the now-retired F117a Stealth Fighter. It is partly because of this fabric, and partly because of the angularity of the fusilage itself, that rendered the airplane invisible to the Bad Guys’ Radar. At least while it was flying around. (Another aside: I do not know how good the Bad Guys’ radar is — could figure into it. ) (Another aside: Years ago when I was still connected to the US Air Force, I had the privilege of visiting one of these airplanes at a secret base somewhere in the Nevadan desert. The fabric did not hide the airplane when it was just sitting in the hangar. I discovered that because I was able to see it well enough to locate the cockpit and climb inside and pretend I was a fighter pilot until the Crew Chief who was showing me the plane started getting nervous.)
And yes, there really was a secret base in the Nevadan desert. The coolest thing about that, for me at the time, was that it was completely overrun by wild horses.
Back to …. So, yes, I do feel like the latest approach is working. This latest approach has two key features:
 Significant step down in my Paxil intake. I think my body decided it was okay to start shedding fat when I got to the 20 mg point in my step-down (I started at 40 mg in June. I got down to 20 mg a few weeks ago and just stepped down again to 10 mg a few days ago); and
 NO SUGAR. Less than 20 grams of carbs per day, total, and I do mean less than 20 grams. Roughly equivalent to less than 5 tsp of sugar per day. Or 1/4 cup of rice. Oh, come ON. Which is roughly equivalent to no rice at all.
…both of which are keeping me pretty cranky about life in general … until of course I got the Nod. That was pretty cool. So today, when I made flan and key lime pie for my friend Alejandro’s birthday, I celebrated a little and ate a slice of flan. Oh well. Back at it mañana.