I'm on Phase 2 of the South Beach Diet. Oh, please, stop calculating the days. Yes, I know, it's a few days short of the two weeks, but I'm sick of this stupid diet. They said I'd stop craving carbs within two days, but that's a joke. I do. It's not like I want a bag of potato chips or something. I just want some oatmeal. Is that so bad? So I'm moving on to Phase 2 and inviting a few healthy carbs into my life. Maybe a little fruit, too. Tonight my dear spouse has to go out and buy a new mailbox (the door is hanging from one bolt that he'd already used to rig it up the last time it fell apart). I think I'll ask him to pick up some scales while at Lowe's. I hate to have scales around, micromanaging my weight loss. To remedy that, he suggested we stick it up on a shelf so that it's a hassle to pull down. If we have some scales accessible, I can confirm if I've actually lost anything. Based on what I see when I stand in front of the mirror, well, there's just no change. So I'm going to happily eat my bowl of oatmeal tomorrow morning and move on.