I went to Dr. Rivera this morning. My EKG was good. My blood pressure was as good as can be expected during an examination. Of course I had a blood test which will I’m sure will alarm the doctor by Wednesday.

I had an instant breakfast and a few bites of the cheesecake leftover from Perry’s birthday, which I was throwing away. The I went out to lunch with Frank. I had a chef salad. With no dressing, as Frank was admonishing me about Russian dressing. Since I knew he was right and I couldn’t enjoy it anyway, I left it there. Then he said I shouldn’t eat the cheese and I didn’t. I drank water. Then I went to Costco and did not not stop for samples. Then I came home and immediately wanted… something, anything. But I didn’t. Perry is dieting with me. Between him and Frank, I feel a real need to succeed. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I’m at 223, I believe.