Chuck was an early riser and had surely been up for some time, probably reading the newspaper and polishing off a pot of coffee. I lazily pushed the covers off my body and walked to the restroom. After I peed, I stripped off my night-shirt and underwear and stepped onto the scale for a weigh-in. The scale seemed to be wrong, so I stepped off, waited a moment, then stepped back on. The scale wasn’t wrong; it just had really good news for me. Apparently I’d lost another six pounds that week. Which meant I’d lost eighteen pounds in only two weeks. I let loose a primal “Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” and did a couple fist pumps. I pulled my shirt and panties back on and skipped out to the living room, where Chuck was clicking away on his laptop. He looked up inquisitively, eyeing my naked thighs. “I lost six pounds this week!” I exclaimed. “Dude,” he answered. “That’s awesome!” “I know!” I skipped back to the bathroom for a shower. I spent an inordinate amount of time exfoliating and shaving, then exited the shower and spent another hour lotioning my entire body, plucking all errant hairs, and whitening my teeth.
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