Well, I didn't really lose any weight overnight. What was I thinking? I still weigh 222, maybe 221.5. I think I can shitcan the 40 by 40 goal. Still gonna lose weight, though. Maybe 30 by 40.

In weight loss news. I used to work for the American Dietetic Association, where the official line was that low-carb diets are bad for you. Now there are a lot of studies coming out, saying that they do actually help you lose weight, and they're healthy.

Kabrina, I'm interested in your POV.

Okay, I knew I didn't gain weight. I weighed myself at the gym after work, after a full day of eating, and I'm down to 222, which hopefully means that I weigh even less in the morning!

Grand total pounds lost: 8!
Pounds behind: 12

Now...does anyone have $2200 so I can join SAG?

Man, I've got a bunch of excuses! So much for the blog increasing accountability.

My clothes still fit loosely, but I'm up a couple of pounds. And waaaay behind the 40 by 40 gimmick-er, goal. By about 16 pounds. Although yesterday I weighed myself late afternoon, after eating that day, so I'll weigh myself later in the week, in the morning. But there's no way in hell I'll be able to drop 35 more pounds by May 30.

40 by 40 is dead in the water, but the weight loss blog lives on!

I did some serious slackin' this week. I'll be back next week!

The first month of the 40 by 40 gimmick, er...campaign, is over. The beginning weight was 230. As of today, February 28...223.5.

Total weight loss = 6.5 lbs. I'm a little behind the goal of 10 pounds a month, but hell, I'll take it. Already my clothes are looser, my face is leaner, my heart doesn't flutter when I walk uphill...

Expect a weight loss blitz this week. I really want to get rid of one '2' from my weight.

The blog actually helps. Several times this month I felt like saying screw it, but then I think, "Aw fuck. The blog. Gotta keep goin'." There's no turning back. And that's why I decided to do the blog and make it public.

I also like to think it may provide a little inspiration to somebody else trying to shed pounds. Maybe, maybe not.

Later.

Still 35.

It's kind of hard to write the blog this week, but I committed to it so I'd commit to a very public change. Does anyone care? Do people think I'm just whining and moaning? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm really doing it for myself, but those are the voices I'm hearing as I write this week's entry.

Either I cheated last week and really weighed in at 226 (with the pound of poop) and lost a pound this past week, or I didn't cheat last week and held steady at 225. With the mood I'm in, I'm going to say that I cheated last week and lost a pound. Either way, that's the weight. 225. So far in February, I have lost 5 whole pounds.

While I'm behind where I wanted to be at this time (if I were on the schedule I planned out I'd weigh in at 220 next week), I have to admit the change that comes from losing just 5 pounds is rather amazing. I can see it in my face. Shirts that used to fit a little snug fit a little more loosely. I can almost wear some old jeans. I tried to wear one of those jeans and was uncomfortable. Maybe in 5 pounds.

The problems this week: migraines. They're stoppers. If I lift during a migraine, I enter a whole new world of ache.

Also, I've been on an emotional roller coaster this week, and I tend to eat when I'm anxious or in a bad mood.

I keep meaning to take a Before picture.

And as for the end of this little adventure, I try to think of a suitable reward, besides the reward of being a few stones lighter and having lower blood pressure. I thought about new headshots, but I have to have new ones taken next week because I got a new theatrical agent. But I may need them anyway. Or a trip. Or a doctor's visit, so the guy doesn't say, "You need to lose weight."

Any suggestions for a reward? My first thought: Lou Malnati's. But I guess that'd be inappropriate.

The real work begins.

A one-pound weight loss. I think. I peed and I pooped before weighing myself, but the scale needle wavered back and forth between 225 and 226. Disappointing. But then I...ahem...purged even more after work, so there was my pound.

Hm. Maybe I'm sweating the numbers too much, but if I don't pay attention to the numbers and just say, "I'll just go by how my clothes fit," I won't have a goal, and if I don't have a goal, I'll slack off.

But my clothes do fit looser. There are some jeans I can almost wear again. And I do feel better.

However, when I think of all the weight I have to lose, it's damned intimidating! I cannot believe I let myself get so heavy. Well, one step at a time.

Thanks for reading!

Woo-Hoo!

My weight this morning: 226

My weight last Wednesday: 230

Now, I realize that some of that may be water weight, and I did a lot of, peeing and pooping, but I'll take it!

This was a pleasant surprise, because there were a couple of days when I forgot about the 40 by 40 campaign. Shout out to Lily for shouting "40 by 40!!" as I was opening a box of Hostess Cupcakes during a shoot on Saturday.

So what did I do? I drank water, and more water, and even more water. And after that I drank a little more water. And I consumed a lot of fiber, through fiber pills, fruits and vegetables, high fiber breads, and Fiber One. Plus, I meticulously journaled everything I ate and all the exercise I did (a lot), on a Palm Pilot application called Diet & Exercise Assistant by Keyoe Inc. (www.keyoe.com). It's a great tool to show you how much fiber, protein, carbs, and fat you're consuming; you can also input your exercise and how many calories you burn. All this is calculated according to your weight and basal metabolic rate.

And basically, no food is off-limits. I just have to budget for it. And there's a price to pay, either exercise or sacrificing another food. But basically I'm staying away from the processed sugar so I don't feel as hungry, and it's working.

While 4 pounds is great, I'm aiming for a weight loss of a little over two pounds a week. Which is harder than it sounds.

I'm getting pretty good at those video games with bizarre scenarios that are on the home page. Why just today I struck oil first. And my reward was a pop-up window! It just goes to show you, victory is yours, you can grab the brass ring, and drink deep of your enemies' blood.

I still don't get the lasso game, though.

You may have heard me yammering incessantly about the trailer for Bee Movie with Jerry Seinfeld. Well, it's out. Um, I'm in it for a split half-second, at the end. In the background. Squint. Blow up your screen. I'm the bald guy wearing the burgundy t-shirt. When I get there, they tease me with the promise of a line, but no! Another guy gets the line! Damn!

So watch it, notice me for my half-second of screen time, and just think...they auditioned about a hundred guys...for that.

Well, it was disappointing in that I had no line, and barely any screen time, but it was cool being on set with Seinfeld, Rock, Izzard, and Garry Shandling, who popped in. But then I think of another guy I "acted" with, a Tony Award winner--he got no lines, and i didn't even see him in the trailer. Too bad, he's a great guy. Plus, Dreamworks Taft-Hartleyed me for it. How about that! I don't get it, but I'm not complaining. I'll take the money and the SAG eligibility.

http://movies.aol.com/movie/bee-movie/22560/trailer?ncid=AOLMOV00050000000011