I'm still 173 lbs. Man, I'm such a load. I do have the metabolism of a middle aged tree sloth. And oddly enough, I look 10 lbs. lighter than that. I can only imagine what deathly visage awaits me in the mirror should I actually approach the goal weight of 165 lbs. Good grief.

Still, the bagel withdrawal symptoms have abated, and soon I will be down to race weight, just in time for the off-season.

Increasingly, the 33 protestations of my Fredliness seem justified.