I'm losing weight and it feels cool. I can tell because my mother's size eight clothing hangs a bit loose on me now and i have to cinch my belt really tight to keep my jeans from showing my ass. It's a really addictive feeling. I've been eating less, but not on purpose. I don't really think about it, I just try more vegetables and less of everything else. I like to stand in the bathroom, turn sideways, and examine my figure with appreciation. It feels good, almost in a narcotic sort of way, to say it to myself. I'm losing weight. I'm not anorexic, and I probably will never be. But how easy is it to look at my new waist and think damn, if I don't finish my sandwich, maybe by next week i'll look even skinnier ? Almost too easy. I've lost seven pounds. I feel good, but dizzy sometimes. I ate normal today, because I'd rather be "fat" and healthy than super skinny and a complete pansy. Or would I?