I'm down to 317. :D When I got weighed at the ER I was 335, and I know at one point I was at least 350 at which point I stopped weighing myself. I actually for once feel like I can, in fact, actually lose weight. And the pain has stopped entirely. *takes a nice deep breath and sighs* I did end up with my dad patting me on the shoulder and noticing the cyst I've had near my shoulderblade for a couple years now so I can't keep ignoring it, but hopefully I can just get it officially diagnosed with "yeah that's just a benign thing, we don't have to do anything" whenever I get around to that because when I got the one in my wrist drained holy fucking shit that was the most miserably painful experience of my life and ingrained a hatred of needles into me.

I continue to learn how to cook. My dad showed me how to make some sweet lemon chicken. Coated in lemon pepper, oil seared on cast iron, deglazed and steamed with lemon juice and wine, it is ludicrously tender and lemony and delicious and is reasonable in how fatty it is; maybe ~8 grams with the tasty-ass gravy. I've also figured out how to properly do scrambled egg whites (more heat, no watering it down). If you have any tasty-ass recipes for stuff like non-breaded chicken, ham, and other low-fat meats, I'm eager.