In which you finally get a picture

This blog is heavy on words, clip art and pictures of food. But short on pictures of me.

Reason being, unlike every other self-respecting weight-loss blogger, I suck at taking self portraits.

But I was in the bathroom at Foxwoods recently (waiting for my friends, so you don't think I'm a perv who hangs out in casino cans) and was goofing around with the camera. And I actually took a relatively decent shot.

And you get to see the loudest shirt I own, which actually was nice: My friends could not lose me in the casino. Pretty sure they could see me from space.

I'll be getting my better half to snap some non-bathroom progress pics soon. Well, as soon as I can figure out how to smile without sporting my double chin. Seriously, I've lost almost 80 lbs, can't that damn thing disappear already?