Wednesday is weigh-in day!

I'm going to have to keep this short.

Either someone was just shot in our kitchen or we had a Manwich explosion.

Judging from the lack of police tape and my sloppy Joe stuffed belly, I'd guess the Manwich explosion.

By some miracle of God or perhaps sheer luck that calories consumed on Thanksgiving (or the days before or after) don't really count, I managed to lose (not gain!) half a pound this week. Which puts me down 8.5 pounds from November 1, and 14.5 pounds since January 2008, when I began trying to slim down in general.

The new vending machines at work however could pose a minor problem. I mean, who doesn't love an ice cream sandwich at 8:58 a.m.?