According to a highly reputable source, I am in second place, with an 8 pound loss in one week.
It was not my intent to show my hand this early: this is a marathon, not a sprint. I can only hope that my (apparent) jackrabbit start will cause some sensible turtle contestants to panic and try to become hares. A slim chance: they seem an unflappable bunch.
So I'm worried. On the other hand, at the weigh-in I heard some very encouraging talk about "free days."
"This is my free day! I'm going to Moe's!"
HEY, GOOD IDEA!
Now, today I ate at the poly-Latin place. I had the awesome pork chunks and vapid salad, of which I ate the tomatoes. There is no point in eating that stuff they call lettuce. There's no point ordering salad at the poly-Latin place in the first place: you need to get yucca or plantains or beans. But I'm not tryna lose my edge over no plate of fried Spanish bananas, I tell you what.
Fourth of July I had ribs and ribs plus ribs.
I'm going to make pork stock out of the bones and out of that I'm making kale soup. It's my own recipe that I wrote last night. I may share it if it turns out not to be pizen.
(I frikking hate Moe's.)