Here beside me is a regulation bathroom scale. Digital readout, not something doctors would use but more than adequate for my purposes. I have placed it on the tile floor of the kitchen and am about to stand on it.
Last time I stood on this thing, I was still in the old department. Two weeks away from heading into the new department, my weight at the time was a robust 268.7 pounds.
Drum roll, please....
I left the department sometime around mid-November (I remember because Hannah Singer, Celestial Advocate just got listed on Amazon and I was showing it off. The book was officially published on November 1st, All Saints Day). Which means I'm losing about a pound a week, which is what is considered safe for healthy weight loss (one pound a week, two at the most, more than that, you are on a crash diet with potentially dangerous risks).
I just might cut a dashing, manly figure in Florida after all! I won't be able to refer to myself as a "chunk" too much longer.
P.S. I can bend over to tie my shoes again, and my tits are getting smaller. It's odd the things you'll brag about when you're giddy.