Now, on week days I eat like a monk (almost literally, since I've developed an interest in cookbooks by head chefs at Buddhist monasteries lately). Weekends, however, are a lot harder. I've had a couple pasta-oriented indiscretions in the last 6 weeks, but I'd hate to think that they were enough to bring my weight loss to a total halt.
I'm comforting myself with the fact that I have always put on muscle mass freakishly quickly. My arms already feel a bit harder, and my jeans are fitting better. So maybe muscle weight accounts for the number on the scale.
Whatever. I'm striving to eat well, and keep moving. What else can one do? In the final analysis, that's all there is.