I'll do a better one later, but I just couldn't stand looking at my fat face to the right any longer, which was the middle one in the left-to-right series of photos I've had up there since I began my new Life Way. The one to the left is from two years ago.
I'd say at least three pounds of my total wight loss is in my face and neck.
Later: Well, in the comments, my dad thinks I look like "a refugee from Iraq" in the pic to the right. I knew it wasn't a great photo, but…
Anyway, I took my own jab back, then went and redid the thing. Dad & I get along just fine. He says what's on his mind, I say what's on mine, and then we go out for breakfast or lunch somewhere. It's been going on for a couple of decades like that, now. Bea & I will be leaving Sunday to join the parents and my brothers for a week of camping, the 11th (or is it 12th?) annual Hat Creek trip.
Here's the redo, with the new pic now at the root.
I cropped it from this:
Hey, what's that in my hand? Ain't even 5pm, yet…though it is the next timezone to the east.