This morning, I once again took the opportunity to step on the bathroom scales before getting dressed. I was mildly surprised to see that I had lost another pound. I am now definitely in weight territory where I have not been since I fully recovered from the Purgatory Weeks of 2005, when I could hardly digest any food at all.  I still have a long way to go to the lowest point, so the weight in itself is not a worry.  I just don’t know why I continue to lose weight.  As far as I know, I eat as much as before, I work as much as before, and I sleep as much as before.

I don’t know whether this bodes well or ill. Historians of the future will be able to look at the headline of this entry and say: “Of course!”.  But I don’t even know my own future.  I truly am human, albeit a weird one.