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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Hooty the Owl, by Harrison Cady

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Who will guard the guards themselves?”

Who watches the watchmen?”

Heavy questions, and so important in this surveillance society we’re building. The answer is probably not “us,” the little guys. We’re all fucked.

Let’s ask another, lighter question:

Who is the watcher of the weight?

I can answer this one: “Me!”

I’m going to lose weight. I’ve done it before; I’m certain I can do it again. And probably gain it back, again, but for now I’m on the way down. (Or rolling the rock slowly up the hill.)

I’d like to reduce the hold of some of my compulsions, but this is one area where my obsessive tendencies can be made to serve my goals. I have a spreadsheet set up to track points under the “classic” Weight Watchers system. Turning it into a numbers game works for me. For a while.

I’ve written about my first Weight Watchers experience in a couple of posts, but I’m not going to link to them from here, or mention any numbers. I was proud of that first time, and the second time, but… meh. You just gain it back and then who cares? Big deal.

Sustainability. I struggle with it, whether maintaining weight loss, or writing. They’re so often unsupervised and unchecked, all the watchmen and guards and demons inside.