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salad sandwich. Boosted by that small victory, Days Four to Seven were executed with robotic precision. Before I knew it, it was Monday again and we were back at Weight Watchers.
    Why was I so nervous? I knew I’d been an obedient Weight Watching automaton all week long. I’d counted my points and filled in my tracker to perfection. I’d eaten all manner of fruits and vegetables. I’d guzzled the recommended two daily liters of water. I hadn’t driven through any drive-throughs.
    But I worried that it just wouldn’t work. I’ve been fat for so many years—what if my body isn’t capable of shrinking? What if the blubber plain refuses to budge? What if my fat cells have mutated into a strain of superevil fat cells that laugh in the face of celery sticks and lean protein? What will I do then? Hack at my belly rolls with a chain saw?
    Once again we waited until after the meeting to get weighed.
    Rhiannon hopped on first; she’d lost three pounds. Woohoo!
    My heart hammered as they hung the special weight on the scale. Oh please let this work. Please, please, pretty please.
    It took an eternity to balance. Finally, Donna grinned at me. “You’re our biggest loser this week! Nine point five pounds off!”
    Holy crap. It worked!
    Rhiannon cheered. The weigh ladies went crazy. Donna stuck a gold star on my card and gave me a hug.
    What a difference seven days makes. This time there were no tears on the way home, just me gurning at my gold star.
    Veteran dieters call this the Honeymoon Phase, when you’re flushed with enthusiasm and losing weight almost seems fun, in a perverse sort of way. I know I shouldn’t celebrate too much, but I’m on my way! Just watch me do it again next week.
WEEK 3
January 27
320.5 pounds
30.5 pounds lost—155.5 to go
    “Are you reading the scale properly?”
    “Of course I’m reading the scale properly!” Donna laughed. “I’m a professional!”
    “But twenty-one pounds in a week?” I spluttered. “How is that possible without sawing off a limb?”
    She patiently explained that when you are extremely large, it’s common to have crazy results in the first few weeks. She said it could be water loss too. Personally, I think my body is so frightened by all this salad and fruit that it’s dropped ten pounds from shock. But Donna reassured me things should settle into a steady pattern soon, so I’ll just count myself lucky.
    I’m getting obsessed with points. It’s not enough just to count my own, now I’m snooping at my colleagues’ lunches and mentally calculating the damage. At the supermarket yesterday I was peeking in people’s shopping trolleys and crunching their numbers.
    Just for fun tonight I worked out how many points I scoffed the day before I joined Weight Watchers. This was my menu:
    BREAKFAST : Bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk
    PRE-LUNCH : A cheese and bacon roll and a half liter of chocolate milk while watching Minority Report at the cinema
    LUNCH : A donner kebab, extra large fries, and Fanta at the mall food court
    POST-LUNCH : Chocolate croissant
    DINNER : Big Mac, extra large fries, and chocolate shake from the McDonald’s drive-through
    POST-DINNER : Two bowls of homemade trifle
    I know that sounds bad. But it was my Last Supper! On the eve of a new diet, it’s traditional to gorge on all the sugary, fatty, salty delights that will soon be forbidden. For who knows when they’ll touch your lips again? Although with hindsight, perhaps I should have stuck to a single meal, instead of making a whole day of it.
    And the damage? Ninety points! I’m only allowed twenty-six per day. I ate enough for a family of four!
    But the Last Supper is not just about stuffing your stomach. You have to fill your mind with food too. There are many dreary salad days ahead, but I’ve got plenty of full-fat memories to feast on.
WEEK 4
February 5
319.5 pounds
31.5 pounds lost—154.5 to go
    It was 105 degrees today! I’m sure the weight I lost this week was pure perspiration. I