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The Big Three Oh Saturday, Apr. 10, 2004 - 7:19 a.m. We love our new cell phones. The model we chose is the Motorola V300, which is really loaded with features. We're going to be with this device and this service for at least a year, so a phone with a bunch of nurnees to play with won't get boring as quickly. And I'm completely in love with the little camera. I used the cell phone and took a picture of my scale today while I was standing on it for my Saturday weigh-in. Even with the lights on, the floor area where the scale is is somewhat dim, so my apologies for the picture quality; I was trying to sharpen it and brighten it so you could see it better. My scale needle is resting between 219 and 220. Just after I took that picture, I used the litter box, and got back on the scale and it was *definitely* on 219. My starting weight when I went low-carb on February 16th was 249. Thirty pounds. That's the equivalent of a big bag of dog food plus a deep-sea fishing weight. I still can't believe how much weight has come off, and yet I feel really healthy. My skin cleared up, I'm completely off of my over-the-counter medication that used to have to be ingested to assist with my allergies and sleep cycles -- with the exception of the occasional Claritin when things get bad, and of course I still take aspirin when I need it -- and my sugar cravings are basically gone now. I'm grateful for Splenda, and I do go ahead and use regular condiments on my food, but in moderation. So there ya go, I've shared actual numbers with y'all. --- The Ford Motor Company has introduced a new car with the following commercial over in the UK. Personally, I think it's brilliant and hilarious, and of COURSE it's computer-generated, for gosh sakes, But of course, nobody has a sense of humor anymore, so whatever the British equivalent of PETA is has probably already lodged a protest somewhere. Oh well. If the previous one with the cat was too much for you, and you live in a big city, then you might enjoy the one with the pigeon. Motherfucking flying rats, they are. --- I won't be posting text tomorrow; instead, I'll share a picture. In whatever capacity you observe the welcoming of Spring, and the ressurection of life everywhere, may it be wonderful for you. Take care. ---
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