I bought a pair of pants about three weeks ago that were intended to be my “goal jeans,” two sizes smaller than what I currently wear. They were going to be the jeans that I would wear to Pridefest 2006 this summer. There’s a problem. Well, not really a problem, more like a surprise, if you will. I have been noticing that all of my pants are getting really big on me. Like huge. I’m on the last hole of the belt, and they’re totally falling off my ass. So, I walked to the closet today to try on my “goal jeans,” and they fit. Very well, I might add. I am going out with a gal tonight, and I think I might just wear them, with one of my new threadless tees, and my chunky belt buckle. Shit, I might even faux hawk my hair.

Yes, I am still very much hard core into my diet. My clothes look huge on me. I need to go shopping, for all the right reasons.

Today is my first meeting with the therapist. I am ready to spill my guts.