I went to bed at 132 pounds even and awoke at 130.8, so I did right by not having that entrée I wanted at the end of the day. It’s been going even slower than I realized, though, once I scanned back in my journal. More like a pound a month instead of two. I hit down at 132 on January 9th but didn’t hit 131 till February 4th, and then it took me another month to get here. This means I may not hit 110 till November of 2010, but better later than never.

The one thing to help dampen the excitement was the dogs, of course. I got up at 2 AM. Tom didn’t crash till nearly 4:00 cuz he took a nap in the afternoon that screwed up his schedule. I looked at the clock then and found it sad to know that in just a few hours the wonderful peace and quiet would be gone. At 7:15 I turned the sound machine on knowing it’d start any minute. At 8:30 I went out to pee. Sure enough, they were going off.

If only I could know that yes, the debarker will work! That would really take a lot of stress off me, but I really don’t think it will. I just don’t see how it could work from down here. And I don’t think they’ll settle down after he’s bred them either. I think this is just a curse that’s been on me for many years and will continue to follow me all of my life no matter where I go.