The Hollando Diet

Memorial Day has come, and with it the annual health-club advertising blitz tied to summer beach season. For those inclined to such torment, it sounds like there are some good membership deals to be had. Personally, I’d rather just forego the cupcake than torture myself for an hour to work off the caloric equivalent of a handful of M&Ms. But to each his own.

And as America, far and wide, casts an anxious glance towards its collective midsection, perhaps it would be a good time for updates from our intrepid crew of guinea pigs, er, Hollando Dieters. After all, our first anniversary is nearly upon us, is it not?

I’ll go first: this morning, my scale read 153 pounds. That’s up slightly from the recent low of 152, due no doubt to a weekend of extravagant debauchery.