Could Be Worse

I only say that because it has been worse. But it also could be a lot better, that’s for sure. But before I get into all that, let’s catch up on the last thirty-six days. I’m woefully behind in that area and I know that the planet is simply dying to know how 1.54×10^-10 of its citizenry is doing on his most recent attempt to lose weight.

My last Day One was July 28, 2008. I got seriously worried about my blood sugar (again) and decided (again) it was time to do something about it (again). I christened my latest voyage with these inspiring words.

So this is it folks. I’m back on! Nothing can stop me now. Except maybe Cheez-Its. No, no, … seriously. Nothing can stop me now.

For those of you who just want to update your scorecards and get right back to discussing oil prices and hot vice presidential candidates, here’s the chart:

Additionally, my blood sugar levels are now as low as my 401(k) balance and I’m always glad to see those numbers go down. (The blood sugar, that is, not the crappy market performance of the last fifteen months.)

The reason things could be better is also shown in the graph. Sure, it’s a great feeling to lose six pounds in six days. It’s not quite as fun spending the next thirty days losing a paltry additional four. I can do a lot better than four pounds per month. Besides, I don’t really count the first six since that was my vacation weight. I’ve always been lucky that vacation pounds, for me, drop faster than my 401(k) balance. It’s losing the real pounds that’s hard–even harder than getting this market to turn around. But, I’ve learned to take what I can get. It could be worse.

Next week: “Words of Ill Omen”