A day or two ago I bumped into an HMS grad student and ICCB/Broad colleague who lives in the neighborhood. He is aware of my recent work-related adventures and he said I looked happy, and commented that I seem to have lost weight as well.

When I got home I weighed myself and saw that he was right; I'm presently around seven pounds lighter than I thought I was. On reflection, I can think of a reason: at ICCB, I took frequent snack breaks -- I had frequent snaccidents, to use the aspartaimeelogism -- because while I was snacking I wasn't working, and I didn't like working. Not too long ago, a Dairy Queen appeared at the food court near campus, and so started a tradition of daily Butterfinger Blizzards. Yikes

Since this month started, however, I sit glued to whatever I'm immersed in until I get hungry, and then I keep going until I get so hungry that it's actively distracting me, and then I go some more until I can't stand it anymore, at which point I go find a convenient trough and gorge NOMPF NOMPF. So for a while now I have been going on one big meal per day.

Well, also there's the Day of Many Barfings that kicked off this sabbatical. But still.